“Anything. Everything. What do you need?”
“I need to go to work.”
We compromise by spending time together in her little shower, and then we both go to work.
Together … ish.
In separate vehicles, but I follow her closely and park right next to her so we walk in at the same time.
“See?” I say as I hold the door for her. “Wecould have driven together. Nobody even noticed?—”
“What are you doing here, Coach?” One of our analytics guys gives me a surprised double take.
Molly slips away, casting one final glance over her shoulder before she rounds the corner and disappears.
“I wanted to watch some tape,” I say, and it’s true enough, because I can never watch enough video footage.
He lights up.
And that’s fine. I can review footage of the team coming into town for three games starting tomorrow while I scheme to get Molly out of work for the afternoon.
Two hours later, she appears in the doorway of the meeting room I’m in. And because I’m not alone, she doesn’t say what she really wants to say—but from the blaze in her pretty eyes, I can guess what my wife is thinking.
She doesn’t appreciate me pulling strings to get her all to myself.
“Ms. Henderson,” I say innocently. “Are you here to give me a social media lesson?”
“If you’re too busy, we can postpone this,” shesays sweetly.
“Never too busy for our hard-working PR team.” I stand up. “I’ll see you all tomorrow.”
When we’re alone in the hallway, Molly lowers her voice to a bossy but not displeased note. “You emailed Helen??? And told her that you wanted an afternoon of lessons from me?”
“Yep.”
“Jeff!”
“I’m not going to be sorry for that. You didn’t want to skip work. Now you aren’t.”
She pulls out her phone. “Okay, let’s work.”
I roll my eyes.
She taps the screen. “What does your day off look like, Coach?”
I rub the back of my neck. “I try not to spend it here.”
From behind the camera, she gestures to the door. “Then let’s go. Show me where you prefer to spend your day away from the ballpark.”
She records me heading out to the parking lot, but then she thankfully puts her phone away and agreeably lets me open the passenger side door for her.
So I push my luck and slide my arm in front of her, blocking her from getting in. “I want to take you shopping.”
She gives me a curious look. “Why?”
Which makes me admit something funny. “I don’t really know.”
That makes her smile, and God damn it, but Molly smiling takes my breath away.
