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This might be harder than I think. Vanessa is wearing a pair of blue shorts, and a white t-shirt. I try to keep my attention on the girls, but she is distracting. Her long legs are tan and flawless.
This might be a mistake.
9
VANESSA
Do I mind helping out my daughter’s team? No, but being forced to work with Brodie, might be hard. His biceps are filling out his t-shirt nicely, and he has a perfect smile. It’s so inappropriate, but I can’t stop. What the heck is going on with me?
Why did Sherrie have to volunteer me? It’s not like I could’ve said no. All the moms were staring at me after they heard about my experience. Plus, I didn’t want to let my daughter down.
“Let’s all line up behind first base. We are going to throw you the ball. Catch it and then tag the base before throwing it back to Vanessa. Okay?”
The way he says my name, it’s almost like it just falls right off his lips. Being in close proximity to Brodie is going to be hard. If he wasn’t the coach, then maybe in a couple months I might give in and let him ask me out, but that’s not the case. Why did he have to be her coach? Why did Sherrie have to volunteer me?
We run the drill with every girl twice to teach them the importance of tagging the bag. It’s one of the most important things when being in charge of a base. Who is going to be play the bases? We only have two weeks until our first game, and there’s a lot of ground to cover.
Maybe he isn’t the egotistical type. Do I have him pegged all wrong? First impressions are usually what I stick by, but it’s possible I am trying to justify why he isn’t a good guy. My heart might be broken right now, and steel bars around it, but he seems like a decent man. Or is it all for show?
After practice, he pulls me to the side in the dugout. When his hand touches my arm, a bolt of electricity makes my hair stand up.
“So, we should talk about the party. It might make more sense to have it at your house. Tristan and I weren’t going to have one, but since you have joined the team, I figured why not. Sherrie mentioned you like to bake?”
Of course, she has been talking about me to Brodie. I don’t think she understands what she is doing.
“Yeah, we usually have the start of the season party at my house ever year. You want to have it this weekend? I can talk to her dad and make sure he doesn’t have a problem with her missing a couple hours with him.”
Lee wouldn’t have a problem, but the right thing to do is at least ask. This co-parenting thing is only going to work if we work together.
“That would be great. Saturday? Just let me know the time and what you want me to bring.”
Brodie retreats to his vehicle and I take Sherrie’s hand and head for the car.
“What were you and coach talking about?”
I tuck my hair behind my ear. “The season party. You love it every year. Now we have to come up with treat ideas.”
She screeches, and gets into the backseat. “Is he going to come?”
“Of course. He’s the coach, sweetie.”
Sherrie likes him, and that’s a good thing. It’s not like she hated her previous coach, but something tells me she likes Brodie more. It could be that he is more hands on with them, and doesn’t get frustrated when they mess up.
I get in the driver’s seat and start the car. “I say we stop and get some ice cream before dinner. Our little secret?” I say, peering in the rearview mirror.
“I won’t tell.”
We stop and get some cookie dough double dips and then go back to the house. I let her watch some TV while I make some spaghetti for dinner. They should make half pound boxes of noodles for smaller households, because I hate to throw away half a box of anything.
Someone knocks on the door, and the peephole shows Tina on the porch.
“What are you doing here?”
Tina walks inside, face red and puffy. “Sorry for just showing up, but I really needed to talk to you.”
She sits down at the island with her head in her hands. Something happened. I grab two glasses and a bottle of wine.
“Here. Maybe this will help.”
