It reaffirms the things Adam said to me.
Does Greyson have intentions for Drew, too?
What are mine?
I huff as I climb back to their side.
“So we test them out?” Greyson’s eyes light with trouble.
I pull out one of the small plastic sleds and place it down, holding onto it and gesturing for Drew to get on.
She climbs in, smiling up at me with affection, and the want to nuzzle her neck is almost overwhelming.
“Hold on.”
When she shivers, I find myself hoping that it’s from me.
I give her a running push and rejoice at the howl she lets loose as she speeds down the path we created.
Going over one of the ramps sends another squeal echoing up into the air above us.
Greyson laughs, and I can’t keep my own smile hidden.
“She did always like a little danger with her fun, didn’t she?” Greyson says in an all too knowing way.
10
DREW
Small feet crunch over the fresh snow that fell last night. Kids shriek with laughter and play.
Frosty air nips at my nose as my breath warms the wool of my scarf.
I had to pull it up to cover the smile at how Greyson is crouched in front of a group of five and six year olds, giving them a pep talk and telling them the rules.
It’s ridiculous because the plan is to yellgoand let them have at it.
The older kids will have more rules, but the little ones love him. They’re giggling at his theatrics, and I just can’t with this man.
I don’t remember him being quite so silly as my coach, but I like this version of him.
It’s too bad he doesn’t get to see his daughter, Annabelle, all that much. I mean she’s little, but still, he’s the right kind of man to have as a dad.
The kids have so much fun, and their parents shuffle them off to the cocoa and snacks supplied by the town diner in the small cafe.
Greyson delivers another rousing speech to the seven to ten year olds.
It’s a little more serious this time, and they nod at his advice.
It throws me back to him as my actual coach: softball, swimming, and soccer.
Supportive and motivating.
Smart advice and proper training.
Competent. God, that’s sexier than I thought.
Between rounds, Greyson knocks his shoulder into mine and a conspiratorial smile.
