Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“There’s no proof, but I would imagine so,” he grumbled.
I tapped him on the shoulder. “We’ll figure it out. Who’s the coach?”
“I am!”
I looked behind me at that familiar voice and blinked.
“What…how?” I asked, turning to my sister. “But the high school!”
“I’m going to do that, too,” she said. “The seasons only overlap very little. Plus, I will have great assistant coaches at both places.”
Excitement started to build inside of me.
But one thing remained…
“I want to bring my baby to work.”
Beau glanced at Boone, who’d shifted from foot to foot.
Not interrupting, but I could tell he had the same questions.
“There’s a state-of-the-art daycare facility here with a teacher-to-student ratio of one to two. You can bring her any time you want. The games, however, are going to be a little bit trickier.” He shrugged. “Those we can play out by ear. You’ll be the first one to have a child on the team, but if I have my way, that won’t be the case for long. I’m looking into another veteran player who has a toddler.”
“Please, please, please tell me it’s Magnolia Baker.”
Magnolia Baker was the best damn veteran in the world and has played well her whole career. If she came, this team would be gold.
“It is,” he confirmed. “Plus, I have to give her an incentive to come here. If I offer her childcare at the games…”
“Holy shit, this is going to be epic!” I turned to Boone and jumped into his arms. “It’s Magnolia Baker!”
Boone
Why did having her jump into my damn arms feel so good?
I especially liked that she did it in front of everyone.
I only knew who Magnolia Baker was because she played against Nettie several times, and they were always talking about how awesome the matchup would be.
They were right.
A star forward against a star defenseman? The games that the two played against each other were epic.
My particular star forward squeezed my neck so tight my face went hot.
She whispered into my ear as she did. “Sometimes I just want to squeeze you to death.”
I snorted and lifted her higher by her ass, allowing her to get a better grip.
She didn’t disappoint in the choking department.
She couldn’t hold it for long, though, and eventually let me go.
When she got down to her feet, she turned to Beau and declared, “Let’s do this.”
Beau pulled out a set of keys and handed them to me. “These will get you into the field. Just look official and no one will bother you.”
I pocketed the keys and headed toward the fields while Nettie, Eddy, and Beau walked toward a back entrance that led to a locker room.
By the time they’d gotten out to the field, I’d practically cleared my schedule for the day.
The only thing I had left was something Holly would have to take care of, but since she was in surgery at the moment, I couldn’t ask her if she could take it.
It was really nice to have backup.
It was especially nice to be able to clear my schedule and actually have someone to spend that clear schedule with.
I leaned back in the stadium chair and enjoyed the warm sun on my face, as well as the warmer temperatures.
I fucking loved Montana.
I lived, breathed, and would die in the Montana air.
Cold or warm, I loved everything about the state that I lived in.
However, there was just something about a warm summer day that really did it for me.
The sunshine, the almost hot day…they were everything that you craved in the deadest of winter.
Now that it was here, I was definitely excited to embrace the temperature change.
My eyes opened when a whistle sounded, unaware that I’d closed them in the first place.
I shoved my glasses back onto my head and took a good look at the women on the field.
I spotted mine quickly, noting that she was talking to Beau and Eddy, as well as the head athletic trainer by the looks of it.
Another girl was with them, whom I assumed to be the team captain thanks to the C on her right sock.
I noted what Beau was talking about though, with the team camaraderie.
There wasn’t a single woman on the field that was playing with each other. All of them were practically passing to themselves, which was outright ridiculous. What was even worse was when the ball would fly toward another woman. That woman would see the ball and expressly ignore it in favor of paying attention to only what she had going on.
I rubbed at the back of my neck. Clearly, Beau had his work cut out for him.
The captain and Nettie broke off, and the women were called in to stretch.
They all came, but not one of them got close enough to each other to touch.
I scrunched up my face.
“Gonna be a problem,” I mused.