Page 95 of Coach Me
Motherfucker. She said that more for me than anyone.
Miles tilts his head. “What’s an employee?”
Kate doesn’t miss a beat this time. “That means it’s someone your dad pays. He is her boss, and being your nanny is her job as the employee.”
Yep, that’s fucking helpful. “Okay, well, I need to get ready to head to the stadium. Miles, you can call me before the game, and I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
“Okay, Daddy.” Miles beams. “Have a good game, I love you.”
“I love you too, bud.” I don’t want to give Kate any room to say anything else, so I remind Miles of how muchhe loves to press that red button. “Why don’t you hang up?—”
The FaceTime ends abruptly—yep, that’s a five-year-old for ya.
I toss my phone to the other side of the couch. Leaning back, I run my hands over my face.
Fuck, how do I approach this? I don’t want to fuck this up with her, nor do I want to fuck up my kid any more than I already have.
Walking into the kitchen, Lucie gives me a soft smile as she cuts up some strawberries. “I was thinking of making a yogurt bowl. Do you want one?”
I clear my throat. “Yeah, that’s fine.”
Lucie walks around the island, and just when I think she’s headed for the fridge, she’s in front of me and her hands land softly on my face. “Dex, I’m patient. It’s one of the few things I’m very sure of about myself.”
I let out a small sigh of relief. Of course she knew what I needed to hear. “I like you, Lucie, I need you to know that. I also need you to know that it’s not the divorce that gives me pause, it’s?—”
“It’s Miles, and how Miles handled and will continue to handle the divorce. Dex, I’ll repeat myself—I’m patient. You telling me how you feel about me…and with last night…it's enough for now. I don’t mind finding these moments with you while you navigate this.”
God, I’m falling so fucking hard for the nanny.
“Luce?”
She looks up to me with a blush tinting her cheeks. “Yeah?”
“Thank you for telling me to get over myself that night. I like having you on my team.” I place a kiss on her forehead.
Lucie’s breath catches for a moment. “I like being on your team. Thank you for trusting me to join.”
“So someone’s in a better mood today.” Beck appears next to me on the field with a stupid cocky grin on his face.
I’ve been in the bullpen helping the guys warm up for the past couple hours, but the moment I stepped on to this field, I should have known the nosy asshole would find me.
Yeah, my mood is definitely better. After our talk in the kitchen and breakfast together on the balcony, I pulled Lucie into the shower with me…then we may have also had a quickie on the couch before I left for the stadium.
If we’re working on moments we have together right now, then I’m going to take advantage of them. Lucie may be patient, but that doesn’t mean I should let her think there isn’t something to be patient for.
“Go away, Beck.” I’m trying to come off short, but I fail.
“You know…you really should be nicer to me. Here I am, concerned about your well-being. I walked by the bullpen and saw you actually talking to Jordan, while not looking like you wanted to kill him or yourself. Want to tell me what that’s about? Are you sick?”
“That’s not the question you want to ask.” I laugh.
“Holy shit, you’re laughing? I guess I got my answer. Damn it, Tripp and I owe Adam fifty bucks.”
I snap my head to him. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Beck gives me that cocky grin. “We might have had alittle pool going on when you would finally get over yourself and be with Lucie.”
Adam comes up next with two bats in his hand, then tosses one to Beck. “You got my money?”
