smile. “Sure thing,” he said. He closed the door behind him and moved outside, a little bemused on how seeing that chest had surprised him so much ... and why he was still enjoying it now. Oh man .
[Back to Table of Contents]
Chapter 2
Several minutes later Jake was tucking in his shirt as he jogged toward the fields. He made it there before any of the kids, and found the three college guys who were assistants this year standing with Brandon and the freshman team coach, Jonathan. They were waiting for someone with a key to the storage room off the home dugout, and the head coach grumbled as he jogged up and fished the key out of his bag.
"I swear, my office gets further away every year,” he growled as he jammed the key in the lock and opened the door. The assistants began to drag the equipment out and set up the field, and Jake turned to Brandon and glanced around the complex with narrowed eyes. “Where the hell is Troy?” he asked with a frown as he pulled a pack of sunflower seeds out of a bulk sell box and shoved it into his back pocket. A stream of blue-clad kids began to filter out of the building in the distance, and Jake growled softly. “He's gonna get a bat up his ass if he's not here before they get here."
Brandon decided right then and there that keeping his mouth shut was probably the best idea, although the thought of Jake going postal on golden boy Troy was funny as hell. Golden boy Troy—the other popular king of the castle—homecoming king when Jake couldn't be, the known ‘playboy’ of the school, light to Jake's dark. The unholy duo. Brandon shook his head and stood to one side, watching the college guys in case he needed to know how to set up sometime in the future. They were quite friendly, not knowing Brandon from anyone else. None had been Parkview students, they said.
A squeal of little bitty tires and the clink of the electric golf cart shutting off signified Troy's arrival, and Jake growled under his breath as he watched the man hop the chain link on the other side of the dugout and jog out to where Jake stood at home plate. The man was grinning as if he'd somehow dodged a bullet, and Jake smacked him on the side of his head with his glove. “Ow,” Troy huffed as he rubbed his ear and sulked. “Is that Bartlett?” he asked suddenly in surprise, looking over Jake's shoulder at the suited-up science teacher.
"That's the new member of our coaching staff,” Jake answered in a hard voice, all of his usual good humor gone the second he had stepped onto the grass. “If you want to stay on it I suggest you get your ass in gear,” he warned seriously. Troy looked at him, sighed, and nodded, head down as he moved to help set up the equipment. Troy knew how Jake got when he was on the field, whether it was football or baseball. He was like a different person. There was no bullshitting out here. The fun wouldn't start until the teams were set.
Jake stood there and met the boys as they jogged out onto the field. “Take your laps!” he boomed in a voice that carried over all three fields and made the freshmen flinch. The older boys immediately ducked their heads and started into a warm-up trot around the field, leading the new kids by example. There was no first day of practice greeting. There was no explanation of what Jake expected of Parkview's baseball players. There was no lecture about being on time to practice or remembering their gear every day or grades or attendance. The kids already knew all of it. And if they didn't, they'd learn or quit within the next two days. Jake's seniors would make sure of that.
The coach watched them with intent black eyes as he stood like a king at home plate, seeming to tower over the entire complex. He picked out the kids who were lagging at the end of the lap. He remembered them. He picked out the kids who were talking as they ran, and he remembered them. He watched with narrowed eyes as he mentally began weeding out the kids who were already
[Back to Table of Contents]
Chapter 2
Several minutes later Jake was tucking in his shirt as he jogged toward the fields. He made it there before any of the kids, and found the three college guys who were assistants this year standing with Brandon and the freshman team coach, Jonathan. They were waiting for someone with a key to the storage room off the home dugout, and the head coach grumbled as he jogged up and fished the key out of his bag.
"I swear, my office gets further away every year,” he growled as he jammed the key in the lock and opened the door. The assistants began to drag the equipment out and set up the field, and Jake turned to Brandon and glanced around the complex with narrowed eyes. “Where the hell is Troy?” he asked with a frown as he pulled a pack of sunflower seeds out of a bulk sell box and shoved it into his back pocket. A stream of blue-clad kids began to filter out of the building in the distance, and Jake growled softly. “He's gonna get a bat up his ass if he's not here before they get here."
Brandon decided right then and there that keeping his mouth shut was probably the best idea, although the thought of Jake going postal on golden boy Troy was funny as hell. Golden boy Troy—the other popular king of the castle—homecoming king when Jake couldn't be, the known ‘playboy’ of the school, light to Jake's dark. The unholy duo. Brandon shook his head and stood to one side, watching the college guys in case he needed to know how to set up sometime in the future. They were quite friendly, not knowing Brandon from anyone else. None had been Parkview students, they said.
A squeal of little bitty tires and the clink of the electric golf cart shutting off signified Troy's arrival, and Jake growled under his breath as he watched the man hop the chain link on the other side of the dugout and jog out to where Jake stood at home plate. The man was grinning as if he'd somehow dodged a bullet, and Jake smacked him on the side of his head with his glove. “Ow,” Troy huffed as he rubbed his ear and sulked. “Is that Bartlett?” he asked suddenly in surprise, looking over Jake's shoulder at the suited-up science teacher.
"That's the new member of our coaching staff,” Jake answered in a hard voice, all of his usual good humor gone the second he had stepped onto the grass. “If you want to stay on it I suggest you get your ass in gear,” he warned seriously. Troy looked at him, sighed, and nodded, head down as he moved to help set up the equipment. Troy knew how Jake got when he was on the field, whether it was football or baseball. He was like a different person. There was no bullshitting out here. The fun wouldn't start until the teams were set.
Jake stood there and met the boys as they jogged out onto the field. “Take your laps!” he boomed in a voice that carried over all three fields and made the freshmen flinch. The older boys immediately ducked their heads and started into a warm-up trot around the field, leading the new kids by example. There was no first day of practice greeting. There was no explanation of what Jake expected of Parkview's baseball players. There was no lecture about being on time to practice or remembering their gear every day or grades or attendance. The kids already knew all of it. And if they didn't, they'd learn or quit within the next two days. Jake's seniors would make sure of that.
The coach watched them with intent black eyes as he stood like a king at home plate, seeming to tower over the entire complex. He picked out the kids who were lagging at the end of the lap. He remembered them. He picked out the kids who were talking as they ran, and he remembered them. He watched with narrowed eyes as he mentally began weeding out the kids who were already
Similar Books
The Man in the Monster
Martha Elliott
Edie Amelia and the Runcible River Fever
Sophie Lee
Raife: An Aquadomina Novel
Stormy McKnight
INEVITABLE: An Alpha Bad Boy Contemporary Romance Book
Emilia Domino
Chasing Butterflies
Terri E. Laine
2084 The End of Days
Derek Beaugarde
Boy Minus Girl
Richard Uhlig
Breaking Water
Indrapramit Das
Meat Market: Female Flesh Under Capitalism
Laurie Penny