“Me? Coach?”
There’s no way.
Coach Snider and Coach Brooks are two of the best coaches out there. There’s no way I can ever match up to the two of them.
Me? A coach?
It’s laughable.
“You’re good. You have a keen eye for plays and openings when others don’t. I was hoping you’d want to teach the next generation.”
“Really?”
“If you’re playing, I guess not.” He grabs his drink. “It was good seeing you, Logan. Don’t be a stranger.”
“Thanks, Coach.” I give him a quick slap on the back before he rejoins his group.
His earlier words have completely jumbled my brain.
Even before my injury, I never considered coaching. Coach Brooks was one of the most cerebral men I’ve ever met. Always watching, never putting himself in the center of the room. I don’t see myself like that.
“You okay?” Nash asks, setting two steaming mugs in front of me.
“Yeah.”
He sets a shot glass on the wooden bar and pours tequila in it. “You look like you could use this.
Shit. I grab the tiny glass and down it.
Now my nerves are even more frayed, and Audrey isn’t even here yet.
“Send her up when she gets here?” Grabbing the drinks in hand, I head up the stairs.
The cool night air hits me the second I walk out the door.
Thank fuck. It helps calm my raging nerves.
Between the coach’s words and waiting on Audrey, I’m buzzing.
And not off the alcohol.
The roof looks even better than it did the last time. With all of the twinkle lights on, it’s the perfect setting for a first date.
Or a second first date, in this case.
With the years that have gone by, I’m hoping we can start fresh. Something new.
Like Nash said, it’ll be awkward. Even though Audrey said yes, I could see the pain still there. Pain I put there. Even if I was doing it for the right reasons.
Since the roof still isn’t open to the public, there’s only one igloo operating tonight. Peter and Nash really pulled out all the stops. A bouquet of flowers sits on the table with a tray full of s’mores fixings.
I hope to be snuggled up with Audrey in front of the fire soon.
This couldn’t be more perfect.
“Hey Logan.”
Here goes nothing.
