Page 196 of So This Is War
And yup, my balls just crawled up my ass.
I turn toward him as I feel the girls look over at me.
“Hey, Coach Wood,” I say, trying to look like an ounce of man.
Coach Wood walks up to me, looks over my shoulder clearly where Wylie is standing, and says, “I need a progress report.”
“Uh . . . here?” I ask.
“Yes,” he says, keeping his voice low so I do the same.
“Uh, well, she seems to like working with the girls.”
He glances over my shoulder, where Wylie says, “Hey, Dad.”
Coach Wood just nods and whispers, “I need you to suggest she take classes again.”
Yeah, okay, that’s going to happen.
“Sure. Any particular rhetoric you’d like me to use?”
“No, you imbecile, just suggest it and encourage it.”
“Right, I can do that.”
“She seems to trust you,” he says, almost skeptically. “Does she go to you with questions about life?”
Does asking if her bra makes her tits look big count? Because if so, that would be a yes.
“Uh, not really,” I say.
He slowly nods but doesn’t say anything, which feels off for him.
“So . . . is that all?” I ask.
“Yes,” he says, straightening up.
“Great. Uh, good game, right, Coach?”
He doesn’t answer. He just spins on his heel and walks away.
Okay, that was weird.
I wait for him to disappear farther down the hallway until I turn toward Wylie, who also stares off down the hallway. I slowly approach her and try to play it cool as I say, “Wylie, you ready to have that meeting?”
Her eyes find mine, and a smile appears on her face. “Yes. That would be great.”
“Awesome, come with me.” I nod at Penny and Blakely who roll their eyes at us.
“Talk to you later, Wylie,” Penny calls out.
“I’ll send you over the mocks tomorrow,” Wylie says.
“Sounds good.” They wave, and then Wylie and I are headed down the hallway and straight to the players’ parking lot, which is thankfully closed off from the public. I open her car door for her and help her in before going to my side of the car. When we’re inside, I turn toward her, grip the back of her head, and bring her mouth to mine.
We kiss for a solid thirty seconds before I pull away and smile lazily at her. “Hey, you.”
She mirrors my expression. “Hey. Great game. You looked so hot out there.”
