“Is there…” I swallow the lump forming in my throat as his blue eyes stare openly and shamelessly down at me. “Anything I can do to help you with Heath? At school.” I add so he can’t throw out something at me I can’t refuse.
“Nothing I can think of,” he replies immediately. “However, if I think of something, I’ll let you know.”
Perfect, I guess.
“I need to go meet with Principal Pain in the Ass,” he says matter-of-factly. “And discuss me being the new coach.”
Oh, wow.
“That’s amazing,” I practically gush, because the kids would love it and it would burn off all their extra energy. “You were serious about that?”
“Kinda. However, she called me and, well…I loved football growing up, so I only think it’s right to give back. To my community.”
“When could you start?”
He perks a brow. “Excited to see me at school.”
I give him an exasperated look. “No. I was curious.”
“Football season is a fall thing, so not until next year. However, there’s always baseball.”
“She’s trying to get you to do that, too?”
“Coach Wilson is getting older. He needs help.”
“And you’re just all in a giving mood, aren’t you, Mr. Wolfe?”
He smiles. “Now, you’re catching on again, Miss Vesper.”
24
SIENNA
While Spring Breakis a nice vacation for the kids, it’s double-time for me. Plans for the rest of the year and my kids’ academic progress is a focal point for me, so they’re set up successfully for next year. I have a million and one things to set up, week-by-week, so I can make sure we get everything done.
We’re not far behind, but we have some catching up to do, and I need to think of a way to keep the kids engaged without overwhelming them.
It’s a bunch of juggling and moving around, but I’ve done it before.
I’ve spent the last two days with my table full of Post-It notes and everything organized by week and month. I’ve been living on cereal and soup, and if I don’t get some fresh air in the next twenty-four hours, I might go more loopy than I feel.
So, when a knock suddenly sounds on my front door, I welcome it. Even if it is Miss Morrison and her missing poodle again, I’d help her look for it almost enthusiastically.
With gusto and too much pep in my step to find the dog that has an escape plan for every day of the week, I swing my door open with a smile. However, it quickly fades when I find Micah on the other side of it.
“Hey, BCR,” he greets me with a panty-melting smile and way too much confidence to think I’d want him on my front porch. “I’ve come to save you.”
I frown. “From what? You?”
He reaches for my screen door and pulls it open with a roll of his eyes, then steps inside.
Inside.
No, no, no, Sienna.
Bad things happen when we’re alone.
“Micah,” I grind out because this is just wild, to say the least. “You know better than to show up here.”
