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I gasp, remembering my shock from a couple days ago. “Robyn, did you know Dell’s family is loaded?”

1.This Could Be Goodby Morningsiders

Chapter 39

Ocean-Side Rugby

Robyn

Turns out I didn’t have to drive all the way to Norfolk because Dell paid for Isaiah to fly right into the Outer Banks in a freakin’ seaplane. He practically flew into the yard of our vacation rental.

Rich people.

As soon as I see him, I have to remind myself not to launch into his arms or show any public displays of affection.

He’s my coach.

Coach.

Head. Coach.

No touchy.

Maybe if I say it enough times it will sink in.

“Hey!” I wave because I have no idea what to do with my arms. He scoops me up from my middle with one arm, squeezing me.

“Missed you,” he whispers over the sounds of waves crashing next to us. And holy moly does that alone have me weak in the knees. I know he’s seen me get off a couple times now, and he held me in the shower at Dell’s studio gym, but there’s something so new and thrilling about Isaiah openly being sweet to me that has me dying a perfect death. It’s both the old him and the new him, meeting me right here with our hair whipping in the ocean air.

Sooner than I’d like, he sets me down. “Was that okay?” he asks, and we head for the wooden stairs to the house.

“Yeah, I think so. Friends hug like that, right?”

He nods.

“Are you hungry? We were just about to clean up from lunch.”

“I could eat.”

Sliding the glass door open, there’s a chorus of heys and welcomes from everyone. After spending the past few days here, everyone is relaxed and truly excited for Isaiah to join us. At the beginning, when I brought up the idea of him coming for a visit, I was met groaning. Thankfully Serwaa always has my back and made them realize we would have done this with Coach Laura. It really didn’t take much to get everyone on board, and as the days went on, everyone was getting antsy for his arrival. Mostly because we have a plan and we need him.

“Is this everyone? Just the six of you?” he asks, eating the last bite of his sandwich, and looking out on the deck to where my teammates are lounging with mocktails and cocktails. I’ve already set him up in his bedroom in the basement. No one else wanted it because the rest of the bedrooms are upstairs and we wanted to be close to each other. That, and the basement bedroom just wasn’t as pretty as the other ones.

“Yeah, that’s everyone. It’s mostly just the players without kids.”

Khaos comes to the slider wearing a bikini top and shorts with a shit eating grin and an empty margarita glass. “Did you ask him yet?”

“Ask me what?”

I wince, “Would you be willing to help us with a social media trend?”

“That depends. What is it?”

“Just keep in mind, this will help the image of USA Valor.” Isaiah just looks at me. “Have you seen the ‘my boyfriend does my makeup’ trend?”

“No,” he says flatly.

“Well, I think you pretty much get what that means. But we were thinking you, Coach Isaiah Johanssen, could do our makeup and we’d film it. It would be the ‘our coach does our makeup’ trend.”

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