Page 7 of Dear Coach's Daughter
Dear Brownie,
Well, I'm taking it as a good sign that you've opened this letter. I'm hoping that means there is still a chance you might consider giving in to your animalistic desires for me. Wait, why are you laughing? Okay, I’m only kidding. Unless you do have animalistic desires for me, and I will not stop you. I've gone back and forth in my head about this, and I finally decided that I don’t want to look back on my life and wonder what could have been different if I just took a chance and told the gorgeous woman I met briefly that I can’t stop thinking about her. I know that your dad is my coach, which complicates things, but anything worth having is worth fighting for. I know that we’ve only just met, and what I feel for you doesn’t make sense, but if you give me a chance, I promise I won't drop the ball. So please take a chance on me.
Sincerely Yours,
Hunter #7
Shit.
I finish the letter and read it again and then again and then again. How is it possible that someone I've only met a couple of times has so quickly gotten under my skin?
I force myself to put down the letter, plucking out a brownie to eat the roller coaster of feelings I’m going through right now. Three brownies in, I start to feel sick from the sugar rush and my heart thumping to the beat of his name.Hun-ter. Hun-ter. Hun-ter.
My phone rings next to me, making me jump. A still I stole off the internet of my father jumping up in celebration after a nail-biter victory flashes on the screen.
“Dad? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, kiddo. Stop freaking out,” he sighs. “The doctor said that as long as I keep up with the changes I’ve made to my diet and stress management, I have no reason to think that I will have another attack. You worry more than your mother did.”
“I can’t help it,” I admit, not wanting to finish the whole sentence.
I can't help it. You are all I have left.
“I’m calling because I need a date tonight for an event with the team.”
Hunter’s face immediately flashes in my mind. I try to push away, but it’s getting harder and harder.
“What’s the event?”
“It’s at the children’s hospital downtown. Every year the team goes, and we help raise money. The kids love hanging out with the guys.”
“That sounds amazing.”
“So you’ll come?” he asks, and I don’t miss the eagerness in his voice.
“Of course.”
