Page 13 of One Pucking Night


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“This was really fun.” They both give me a kiss on the cheek before I show them to the door. One last wave, then I close the door and lean against it with a sigh. To keep myself from getting weak and changing my mind, I delete their numbers from my contacts. There. It's done, and I can put it away in the past.

Of course, I'm not really supposed to meet anybody for brunch. Instead, I take a shower, smiling at the memories from last night. I still feel the evidence of what we did in the gentle ache between my thighs, but it feels unreal. Like it was somebody else having sex with two men at once. Not me. It couldn't be shy ol’ me.

After changing the sheets, I pour myself a cup of coffee and sit down, opening my laptop to find a bunch of emails. For once, not all of them are junk or spam.

My heart lurches, then starts to race when I recognize the domains that some of the messages came from. My interviews. I lean in, chewing my lip, and click on the first message from the Dodgers office.

Thank you for taking the time to meet with us. Unfortunately...

Okay. The Dodgers weren't my first choice. I scroll through my inbox until I find an email from San Diego State. An email very much like the first one.

We've decided to go in another direction.

Is this how life is always going to be? I go from feeling amazing, empowered, in charge of things to having reality slap me in the face? Nobody wants me. It's like everybody got together and decided to reject me. What am I supposed to do now? Well, there's always the option of looking somewhere else, outside of Southern California. I can move to Denver, Phoenix, Dallas—there are so many options, so many areas where both major league and college teams thrive. There's bound to be a team in need of a sports psychologist. I know I could do a good job for them.

I'm about to close the laptop and reconsider every decision I've ever made when another email comes through. I click on it, not expecting much—but my eyes widen in surprise when the message starts out differently from the others.

Thank you for taking the time to meet with us. We would be happy to offer you a contract with our organization.

Just like that, everything is bright again. I'm not the problem. Somebody does want me, and I won’t even have to leave the area to take the job. They’re a minor league hockey team, but I don't need to start at the top.

The Palm Springs Raptors.

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