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We chat a little longer, mainly about our love for sports and working in a team environment, while enjoying the meal. The sun is slowly setting, and the sky is gradually turning bright orange over the skyline views.
“I have some more in my bag if you want.”
Really? I don’t show my surprise to her, and just casually say, “I’m all set.”
“Are you sure? I saw your meals at camp. I want to make sure you’re full.”
Again, there’s no judgment there, just help.
“Do you think that’s a good idea, Coach?” I poke fun.
“Yes, if you are hungry. It’s lean protein. You need to keep your energy up,” she says in all seriousness.
I’m not sure why, but Coach Annie is kind of hot. Who would have thought I’d be attracted to a strict coach?
“I’m full.” I put my hands up to defend myself. “I’m serious.”
“If you’re sure.” She puts her empty plastic containers backin her backpack.
“You are a great cook. Thank you.”
“Anytime.” She zips her backpack and throws it over her shoulder. “You ready?”
No. Why do I want to spend more time with her on top of the mountain at sunset?
“Yeah, we should get back.”
We make it down the mountain in record time and then pile into the truck to head home.
I’m quiet on the drive back to Annie’s house, mostly because I’m exhausted. My long day has really caught up to me. Annie is quiet as well. Maybe it’s the same situation for her.
“Thank you for your help.” I pull up to the curb near her house.
“Oh, no problem.” She waves her hand in front of her face as she speaks. “I don’t know how helpful it was taking you on a hike and picnic, but I had fun.”
“Me too,” I admit.
“Let me know if there’s anything else I can do to help. I’ll email you a few articles and tips when I’m in my office tomorrow.”
“That would be great.” Annie gives me a soft smile in return, leaning slightly toward me in the truck. I’m currently double-parked outside her building in South Boston. She lives on a quiet side street with no cars or pedestrians out on this calm evening. “You are such a good friend,” I add. I want her to know how helpful she has been and how much I appreciate her.
Annie turns her head too fast so I can’t get a read on her. Her hand is on the passenger door, and she hurries to get out. “Thanks again for hiking with me,” Annie says halfwayout the door while grabbing her backpack and slinging it over one shoulder.
With that, she quickly jogs into her house. I wait a moment to ensure she’s safely inside and then I drive away.
Chapter Twenty-One
Annie
Ithought Sebastian might lean in for the kiss, but nope, I’m firmly in the friend zone.
You are such a good friend.
Good job, Annie.
I really can’t read men, can I? Perhaps it’s this particular man throwing me off.This time, I really thought he liked me. I’m pathetic.
I’m going to give up thinking we have a special connection because, clearly, he doesn’t feel anything more than friendship with me.
