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“I met the ex, and I have to be honest…I don’t think I can hire FDB knowing what I know about him.”
“I may have good news on that front,” he says.
My brows dip together. “Are you going to expand on that?”
He shakes his head. “Just test out the tablet. See if you like it. We’ll go from there.”
I sigh. He’s being mysterious, but I guess he’s got a plan. And I’m starting to know him well enough that I trust him and his plans.
So now I wait.
CHAPTER 13: JOLENE
“Congratulations on your win, Coach,” I say.
Monday afternoon marks the first time I have spoken with Coach Nash since last Monday, and while I attended the game this past weekend here at home, I brought Jonah with me and we ate peanuts and drank soda as fans rather than as Jolene Bailey, News Correspondent.
And you know what? It was a hell of a lot of fun.
“Thank you. It was a tough one, but I’m starting to see Fletcher turn it around.”
“Any truth to the rumors about his personal life?” I ask.
He chuckles. “I decline to comment on my players’ personal lives. Would you like to discuss yours?”
I roll my eyes. It’s not like I even have a personal life right now to speak of, and given the fact that I’m carrying a baby that I still haven’t told this man about, I’m not exactly in the market for dating.
“I hear Austin Graham wants to start sniffing around you again now that you’re single…” he teases.
“Too soon,” I mutter, and he chuckles. “You’re in a good mood.”
“We won. I’m talking to you. Things are looking up.”
“Glad to hear that, Coach.”
“What about you? Are things looking up there?” he asks.
“For one thing, Coach, we’re discussing the team and your recent victory. And for another, I thought I was the interviewer here but you keep firing questions at me.”
“Maybe I’ve learned a thing or two over the years.” He shrugs.
“Back to this weekend. You made two fourth down calls that paid off. Can you walk us through those risks when you weren’t guaranteed the victory yet?” I ask.
The interview gets back on track, and toward the end of our conversation, he says, “Anything else for the recording?”
I shake my head.
“You can end it there, but what’s our plan moving forward for trying new places around town? I need to have Megan get these dates on my calendar.”
“Hang on.” I say my outro stuff, and he does, too, and then I stop the recording. “I’ll come up with a schedule. Anywhere in particular you’d like to try?” I ask.
He names some different restaurants rapid fire style, and I jot them down with the plan to get Dave to come with and take some footage.
“Jack and his wife want to do one with us, and Troy Bodine is interested in a guest spot with his wife, too,” he says. “Megan and Ellie have both also fielded calls from Mark Ashton, Alexis Bodine, and Cooper Noah. I guess our little podcast is the talk of the town.”
“Damn,” I murmur, a little starstruck by the names he just mentioned. “Okay. I’ll get in touch with Ellie and schedule them in. Anything else?”
“When can I see you again?” His voice is edged with a longing ache, and it makes my chest physically hurt.
