Page 33 of Coach Me
“Right, I’ll get with Dex on his schedule. Thanks for everything else,” I chime and nudge Miles to head as far away from this woman as possible.
We make it halfway before Miles jumps around and begins walking backward. “First up on our tour, the gym!”
“Alright, Mr. Tour Guide, lead the way!”
Miles jumps back around to skip down the hallway again. Clearly taking my suggestion to not let Shannon’s sour mood rub off on us.
When we walk past Dex’s office, I may dare a peekto see if he’s still in there. I need to ask him about his schedule anyway, but his office is empty.
As Miles skips on, I pull out my phone to text him. I mean, he is the one who mentioned I would get it, right? Or is texting him about it too weird? It’s not exactly an urgent thing, I guess. And worst comes to worst, Callie, I’m sure knows enough of the daily routines to help me out if I need.
“Come on, Lucie! It’s right here!” Miles jumps as he reaches his hands high as if he could hit the hanging sign that talks about Lyfe Fitness providing their workout equipment.
“Oh, so close!” I chuckle.
“I know!” Miles boasts.
I gotta give it to the kid—he’s got confidence.
When we reach the door, Miles grips onto the handle tightly as he leans his whole body back with a grunt.
“Need some help there?”
“No, Dad says we always get the door for girls. It’s polite!” Miles grunts again, putting all his five-year-old strength into the door but it doesn’t budge.
I’m not sure what I love more here, really—the fact that Dex is instilling these sweet mannerisms into his son now, or the fact that Miles so clearly wants to be just like his dad. He can put it on winning over Callie, but from my point of view there’s more to it than that.
When the door still hasn’t opened, I look around to find a small keypad on the side.
“Miles, I love the effort, but I think we might need the code first.”
Miles drops his hands from the handle and catches himself before falling to his butt. “Oh yeah, I forgot.”
I chuckle. “That’s okay. Do you happen to know the code?”
Miles frowns. “No, I can’t remember. I think it has a two in it. Or a four—I’m not sure.”
“That’s okay, I know where the gym is now, so it’s still a part of the tour.”
“But it’s not the same,” Miles whines. “I wanted you to see the inside.”
“I think I can help with that,” a male voice comes from behind me, and while it’s familiar I don’t quite place it until I turn around to find the infamous playboy, Tripp Pierce.
Although I say playboy, Tripp is still a fun guy to hang out with. Really, I don’t think I’m much his type considering he usually sticks to the rejections Reagan gives him.
“Yes! Please, please!” Miles yells.
“Calm down, all-star, I got you.” Tripp shakes his head with a chuckle before turning to me. “First day, huh?”
“Does news really travel that fast around here?”
“It does now that Callie works here.” Tripp turns to type in the code, but when he reaches for the door Miles swats his hand away.
“I got it!”
“Oh, how very gentlemanlike of you,” Tripp mocks but sends a cocky smirk my way. “Callie might fight you if you take away her number one fan.”
Miles swings the door wide. “No, this is just practice.”
