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Obviously.
This guy is dumber than a doorknob.
“We just met,” Hollyn replies for me, coming up to my side like a radiate little ray of sunshine.
She’s going to be annoying.
I can feel it.
“Great,” Weston conveys. “We’re happy to have you aboard. How long do I have you for?”
“Not sure yet.”
He glances down at his gold watch. “Wasn’t it three weeks?”
“Might be three seconds.”
Weston flicks his attention back to me and there is it. He’s finally catching on that I don’t want to be here for his circus ride, and I’m not the savior he was hoping to get. His brown eyes pinch a bit, alluding to the fact that this isn’t going to go as he planned.
“I’m not going to sugarcoat it and say this is going to be easy,” Weston explains. “It’s been a challenge. I mean, you know how it is. When someone doesn’t have it, you can’t force it. But this is a youth league, so everyone plays.”
“What would you know about having it?” I deadpan because this guy looks like he was just picked out of a stack of resumes. His low-key mannerisms and how he wasn’t here when I arrived have me doubting his ability to coach a hockey team.
A youth hockey team at that.
All my faith went out the door the moment I saw little butts hitting the hard ice and crying about it.
“Tried for the pros,” Weston smoothly embellishes, as if that’s impressive enough. “Got beat out last second over some shit that wasn’t relevant.”
I'd love to learn about what that was. However, I'd have to be invested in his past and these so-called tryouts he went out for. All I know is that he didn’t make it. That's plenty to satisfy me.
“But we’re glad to have you here.” This dude slaps me on the shoulder like I’m about to take his whole workload. “We should be able to get these parents off our backs and win a game by the time you leave. C’mon, I’ll introduce you to the kids.”
I want to tell him that he doesn’t have to and that I’m not staying. Nor am I about to revamp something that’s more than broken.
However, when a soft touch lands on my forearm, I bolt onto those blue eyes again and the woman behind them.
I decide to stick around and watch the rest of the practice. It is a shit show, as I expected. Tomorrow will be a reckoning for these little brats, and I’m sure blue eyes over here will not be happy with me, but I couldn’t care less.
There’s no reason for her to be here. These kids don’t need juice boxes or snacks, but who the hell am I to tell her to go? Maybe she’ll be the one I can teach a few tricks to so that, when I leave, the kids have something to go on.
Because, unfortunately, that’s the only type of foreplay I can offer. I’m already dedicated and married to a different pursuit that demands my complete focus…
Hockey.
HOLLYN
“One more time! Let’s move!”
I’m not sure if what he’s doing is right, but the new assistant coach is demanding, stern, grim, and loud. Two of the kids have already had little mental breakdowns, and Reid immediately ordered them both off the ice before getting the rest of the kids rounded up to do laps around the rink.
He’s in black ice skates, ripped black jeans, and a yellow and black New Brunswick Wolverines shirt that fills out his vast shoulders, brawn biceps, flat torso, and anything else he has going down underneath his shirt.
Apparently, my only job today is to sit here and look pretty, according to Reid, and when he said it, it was as though my being here was a bother more than anything.
I might have argued, but his hazel eyes bore into me, his deep octave licked up the front of my body, and my butt hit the chair without question.
And now I’m chastising myself for not fighting for my little job position and him taking over the ranks.
