“Please. I’ve been following you around picking up clothing since you had the next generation of Rogues.” Shaking his head, he says, “Not even out of diapers and he already knows how to get a woman out of her clothes.”
“Hey! That’s not?—”
“Joking!” He reaches out, straightens my collar, tugs the sides into place. “I won’t say I told you so, but I told you so. Now get out there with your team.”
Trevor grips my shoulders, spins me around, and pushes me forward. “What is it with people pushing me around today?” I huff.
“We’re just making sure you are where you should be. And that’s standing behind the bench yelling at your team for doing dumb shit with the puck.”
I laugh. Trevor is not a fan of hockey. I have no idea why he doesn’t like it. Who doesn’t like hockey? Not that he lets his aversion to the sport stop him from being the team’s right hand. None of us would function without him. “Can you check?—”
“Check the family suite and make sure all the partners and children are being looked after.”
“How the hell did you know I was going to ask that?”
“Were you?”
“Well, yes, but?—”
He puts up a hand. “You are the assistant coach of the Baton Rouge Rogues. Your job is to worry about the players. It’s our job, mine mostly, to worry about their families. Now go! We’re two minutes from the end of the first half.”
“Period. It’s the firstperiod.”
“I don’t need to know about your female piping.”
I’m still laughing when Trevor disappears from sight.
And surprisingly, the nerves from earlier are gone.
“Damn. He’s good.” Pulling my phone from my pocket I shoot him a thank you text and Oakley one to suggest we give him a raise.
His reply iswhy aren’t you already yelling at your players, and Oakley’s ishow much?.
I grin. Owning the Rogues, training the team while having and raising a baby is hard work. There have been numerous sleepless nights, but every one of those hard minutes is worth it to be surrounded by the family we’ve built.
A roar echoes down the tunnel and I’m sprinting to the exit. As I clear the doorway, I see the replay on the big screen and hear the announcer’s booming voice.
“Another hot shot from Lattimer Watts. He’s on fire today. All those naysayers are eating crow right now.”
Yes, he is on fire. But then he has been since the minute he decided to come out of hiding.
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