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Fuck, I really hoped I wasn’t about to mess this up.
“I know you and Coach D go way back, but how much did he tell you about his life now?”
“Mason, if there’s something you need to tell me, now would be the time, son.”
“I have reason to believe Coach Dixon is an alcoholic, sir.”
“And how did you come across this information?”
“Because… because I’m seeing his daughter, sir.”
* * *
“So let me get this straight,” Noah said as we waited for the girls to join us in Harper’s favorite coffee shop. “Coach D is MIA, possibly passed out in some seedy motel—”
“Seriously.” I gawked at him.
“What?” He shrugged, taking a sip of his fancy-ass-looking coffee. “It’s like a bad soap opera. I mean, he’s okay, though, right? Coach has spoken to him?”
“He’s had a text conversation with him. So we know he’s alive.”
“And you fessed up to Coach about the other night at TPB? Which, by the way, I’m still pissed you didn’t tell me about.”
“So needy,” I teased, and he flipped me off.
“And he organized the meeting with the Blue Jackets without talking to Coach Tucker?”
“Yep.”
I still didn’t know how to feel about that. It had felt weird having all his attention but finding out he hadn’t shared his plans with Coach Tucker only confirmed that something felt off.
Although, it was probably a moot point once he found out I was seeing his daughter.
I dragged a hand down my face, trying to scrub some of the tension away. It had been a strange day. The guys had given me a ton of shit in practice about Harper. Then Adams and I almost got into it when he made a remark about her I didn’t fucking appreciate.
Coach Carson had told me to go cool off, and then Coach Tucker had lost his shit, reminding his team we had a championship to focus on.
“It’ll be okay, you know,” Noah said. “Everything will work out.”
“Yeah.”
I just didn’t want Harper to be mad at me for telling Coach about her father’s addiction.
My leg jostled as I stalked the door, waiting for her to arrive.
“Jesus, Mase. You’re going to rub a hole in the carpet,” he chuckled. But the joke was lost on me.
When Rory and Harper finally appeared, and she aimed her smile in my direction, the tight coil inside me unraveled a little.
“Hey.” Rory flopped down beside Noah while Harper perched on the arm of my chair.
“How was practice?” she asked.
I slid my arm around her waist and lifted her onto my lap. “It was a clusterfuck.”
“What? Why?”
“And that’s our cue,” Noah said. “Let’s go find some Harper-friendly snacks, shortcake.”
