“Damn. I’m tired of this game.”
Popping the lid off my beer, I asked, “And what game is that?”
“The women. I mean I’ve gone out with some nice girls, don’t get me wrong. Just no one I want to keep going out with.”
I lifted my beer.
“It’s too easy get them into bed, and those are the kind that I don’t want in my bed. At least not all the time.”
Shaking my head, I grinned.
“Is this what it’s going to be like from now on?”
With a shrug, I replied, “I don’t know. Is there anyone you’ve got your eye on that is keeping the interest down on all the others out there?”
Jeff paused for a second, almost as if he was thinking about how he wanted to answer me. When he gave me his answer, I knew he was lying through his teeth.
“Fuck no. There isn’t anyone I’m interested in.”
I thought about pressing him harder but stopped when my phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Gunner? Gunner Mathews?”
Sitting up straight, I replied, “Speaking.”
“Hi! This is Macey Williams. Bryce Williams is my son, and you help coach his Little League team.”
I rolled my eyes. How in the fuck did this lady get my number?
“Yes, ma’am, how can I help you?”
“Well, Coach Adams gave me your number and said you might have time to help Bryce on the side. A little extra coaching. He’s feeling very unsure of himself, and no matter what I try to do to help him, he thinks I don’t know what I’m talking about. Bryce’s dad travels for work a lot and can’t be here as much as he would like. He was the one to suggest maybe extra coaching.”
I nodded. “Well, my schedule is pretty full, but I guess we could meet either before or after practice for a little bit of extra one-on-one.”
With a wide smile, Jeff took a drink of his beer and then motioned with his hips like he was air fucking something.
Grabbing a pillow off the sofa, I threw it at him.
His phone went off, and he picked it up. I could tell by the smile on his face it was his sister, Ellie.
“That would be amazing! Can we do maybe thirty minutes of extra coaching after practice? It’s hard enough getting there on time as it is.”
I sighed inwardly. The only reason I was agreeing to this was because I knew Coach Adams wouldn’t give this lady my number if he didn’t think she was being serious.
“Sure, that’s fine.”
“Great! Next practice shall we start?”
“No problem.”
“How much will you be charging?”
“No charge, ma’am. I do this as volunteer work.”
I could hear a gasp from her mouth. “Are you sure? I don’t mind paying, Mr. Mathews.”