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huh?”
“Yeah. I’ll be coaching all of you for the morning, at least.”
She didn’t know how she felt about that. On one hand, it would be nice to have others present to deflect some of the one-on-one time between them. She was also starting to swim like her old self again and could use some team practice. On the other... God damn it if she didn’t feel disappointed at having to share him.
“Well, I guess it was selfish to hope for your undivided attention forever.” She meant it as a joke, but Dalton didn’t let it go.
“Oh, I don’t think you have to worry about that. I’m pretty much entirely focused on you right now.”
“Kissing me will do that to a guy.”
“I’m aware.”
Somehow, he’d become her friend, of sorts, again. They were so much alike and so different that they came together well as partners. Then of course... he was just so fricken hot! That was the problem. She knew he was trouble. She knew she had to stay away from him. But there was something about him that had always pulled on her heartstrings. Being a chick sucked sometimes.
“Well, on the practical side, practicing with the others will keep us from doing something stupid. Besides, they need you too.” Jessi wasn’t the only one who would benefit from Dalton’s presence. She didn’t know all of the details of his employment, but she knew he was in charge of the flyers. He took his job seriously. He was setting grueling practices and seemed to have a single-minded dedication to getting them into shape for the Olympics. It would be selfish to try to keep that all to herself.
“There is that.” He nodded and finally looked down at her. One corner of his mouth tipped up.
She was glad to see they could get past that kiss.
By the afternoon, she had realized Dalton hadn’t gotten past anything. The man was frustrated. Her back ached and her ass burned from the miles and miles of dolphin kicks he’d forced the team to do. If they weren’t performing up to his standards, he wasn’t beyond his signature water bottle bombs. Despite her distaste over serving as a target, throwing things was a common tactic among swim coaches. Swimmers can’t hear, at least not well, when they are in the water. Throwing something at them tended to communicate eloquently what words couldn’t.
Still, Dalton seemed to like throwing them a little too much. He was currently at the other end of the pool screaming at some of the younger guys on the team. This particular group was in college. All were every bit as cocky as Dalton and Sawyer had been at that age, and, at the moment, they were being disabused of their overall greatness.
“If you’re whining, you’re not working. Now put your face in the water and swim !”
Despite herself, Jessi laughed. Dalton really was funny when he was coaching.
“Enjoy it while you can, Pruitt. You’re getting a reprieve.” Sawyer appeared next to her with his ever-present clipboard.
“Yeah? What’s up?”
“Today’s the start of the PR campaign.”
“Noooo,” Jessi whined.
“Yes.”
Jessi understood the delicate balance that was U.S. Olympics and press coverage and did her best to navigate between the two. Still, it was a tough job. She didn’t mind interviews. Media attention had never been a problem for her, but only because she didn’t let it. If things started to affect her swimming, she simply retreated to the pool and let the PR folks do their jobs. Sometimes, though, that was easier said than done.
“Why don’t you dry off and head up to Allie’s office?”
Allie was the head of their PR team, and Jessi knew her well. She loved Allie, but even if she’d hated her, getting out of Dalton the Terrible’s line of vision seemed like a wise decision today.
A half-hour later, she was being buzzed into Allie’s office on the other side of the complex. Poking her head through the door, she let out a tentative, “Okay if I come in?” Allie was a busy woman and Jessi always felt
“Yeah. I’ll be coaching all of you for the morning, at least.”
She didn’t know how she felt about that. On one hand, it would be nice to have others present to deflect some of the one-on-one time between them. She was also starting to swim like her old self again and could use some team practice. On the other... God damn it if she didn’t feel disappointed at having to share him.
“Well, I guess it was selfish to hope for your undivided attention forever.” She meant it as a joke, but Dalton didn’t let it go.
“Oh, I don’t think you have to worry about that. I’m pretty much entirely focused on you right now.”
“Kissing me will do that to a guy.”
“I’m aware.”
Somehow, he’d become her friend, of sorts, again. They were so much alike and so different that they came together well as partners. Then of course... he was just so fricken hot! That was the problem. She knew he was trouble. She knew she had to stay away from him. But there was something about him that had always pulled on her heartstrings. Being a chick sucked sometimes.
“Well, on the practical side, practicing with the others will keep us from doing something stupid. Besides, they need you too.” Jessi wasn’t the only one who would benefit from Dalton’s presence. She didn’t know all of the details of his employment, but she knew he was in charge of the flyers. He took his job seriously. He was setting grueling practices and seemed to have a single-minded dedication to getting them into shape for the Olympics. It would be selfish to try to keep that all to herself.
“There is that.” He nodded and finally looked down at her. One corner of his mouth tipped up.
She was glad to see they could get past that kiss.
By the afternoon, she had realized Dalton hadn’t gotten past anything. The man was frustrated. Her back ached and her ass burned from the miles and miles of dolphin kicks he’d forced the team to do. If they weren’t performing up to his standards, he wasn’t beyond his signature water bottle bombs. Despite her distaste over serving as a target, throwing things was a common tactic among swim coaches. Swimmers can’t hear, at least not well, when they are in the water. Throwing something at them tended to communicate eloquently what words couldn’t.
Still, Dalton seemed to like throwing them a little too much. He was currently at the other end of the pool screaming at some of the younger guys on the team. This particular group was in college. All were every bit as cocky as Dalton and Sawyer had been at that age, and, at the moment, they were being disabused of their overall greatness.
“If you’re whining, you’re not working. Now put your face in the water and swim !”
Despite herself, Jessi laughed. Dalton really was funny when he was coaching.
“Enjoy it while you can, Pruitt. You’re getting a reprieve.” Sawyer appeared next to her with his ever-present clipboard.
“Yeah? What’s up?”
“Today’s the start of the PR campaign.”
“Noooo,” Jessi whined.
“Yes.”
Jessi understood the delicate balance that was U.S. Olympics and press coverage and did her best to navigate between the two. Still, it was a tough job. She didn’t mind interviews. Media attention had never been a problem for her, but only because she didn’t let it. If things started to affect her swimming, she simply retreated to the pool and let the PR folks do their jobs. Sometimes, though, that was easier said than done.
“Why don’t you dry off and head up to Allie’s office?”
Allie was the head of their PR team, and Jessi knew her well. She loved Allie, but even if she’d hated her, getting out of Dalton the Terrible’s line of vision seemed like a wise decision today.
A half-hour later, she was being buzzed into Allie’s office on the other side of the complex. Poking her head through the door, she let out a tentative, “Okay if I come in?” Allie was a busy woman and Jessi always felt
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