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We finish our lunch and make pleasant conversation, but truth be told, I’m only half paying attention.
Even when I go back to work, I can’t stop thinking about what Coach said. What would Shane say if I told him I wanted to move back to take this job and finish school? Would he be mad? Would he fight for me to stay?
I have no fucking clue what to do. But I know that I’m not getting any clarity until I talk to Shane.
When he texts me later to ask me out to dinner, I figure we can discuss it tonight.
The trouble is that I’m not sure how exactly I want this conversation to go.
Chapter Forty-eight
Shane
“You look beautiful tonight,” I compliment Jenna as I sit across the table from her.
“Thank you,” she says, giving me a warm smile. “I wanted to look nice for tonight.”
“Well, you know that I think you look nice every night, but I appreciate that.”
We’ve just finished eating a couple of pork chops I grilled up for us when I came over. I’ve been itching to talk to Jenna all day and tell her the news about the house and ask her to move in, but I wanted to wait until this evening.
She stands up to clear off the table, but I stop her. I’m done waiting.
She sits back down and looks at me, her eyes wide with anticipation.
“Sunshine, I got some good news today that I’m excited to tell you about.”
“Really?” Her eyebrows raise. “Weird. I got some good news today too.”
“Oh? Why don’t you go first?”
She starts fidgeting with her hands as though she doesn’t know where to begin.
“You know my old volleyball coach I told you about?”
I nod.
“She came to see me today.”
Instead, I don’t say anything but just wait for her to continue. The anxious look on her face tells me that her news might not be so good for me.
“She offered me a job.”
“A job?”
She nods. “Yeah. The school has offered me the position of assistant volleyball coach. If I accept, it comes with a paid-for apartment and a salary. And I could finish school at a discounted rate if I wanted to.”
I have to stop my jaw from hanging open. This all seems like it’s coming out of the blue, and I’m not entirely sure how to handle it.
I guess the first step is to ask her howshefeels about all of it.
“Do you think you’re going to take the job?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” she answers honestly, and a tiny little piece of my heart breaks.
She continues, “Volleyball was my whole world for so long, and I’m not really sure how to do much else. I’d love to coach future players. But…”
“But what?”
