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gotta go."
"I love you, Melina."
"I love you too, Cam."
He stepped back and let the pilot close the door again.
He stepped back to the safe zone and waved as the rain began to fall harder, watching as we taxied out and took off, skipping the circling of the island in order to save time and stay ahead of the worst of the storm.
"So, are you going to go?"
I blinked and looked behind me, where a nice looking older man sat in one of the other seats. "What?"
"Are you going to go to New Mexico?" he repeated, smiling. "Any fella who’s willing to do the whole run down the dock bit and risk looking like a fool just to ask you has to be in love."
"We are," I said. I turned back around and looked out my window. "We are."
The man smiled and sat back, leaving me to my thoughts.
New Mexico.
There's a lot of sun in New Mexico. And for the past week, I'd loved the sun.
Chapter 12
Cam
M y whistle shrieked across the gym, getting everyone's attention. "All right guys, on the baseline!"
According to state rules, I wasn’t allowed to run any sort of 'mandatory drill or practice' until well after the school year started. However, voluntary non-skill based conditioning workouts were just fine. So, while there was a rack of basketballs the guys could use after my conditioning session was finished, first they had to get through me.
Most of the kids, the ones who'd worked with me the year before or heard about me coming up from the junior high school, jogged to the line, regardless of if they were tired or not. While these summer sessions weren't done in a blood n' guts style, they did have an element of pushing, developing as much of the mental strength necessary for making it in our small school environment. It was a smaller group than what I wanted, but I understood. Football practice was in session as well, and we had a good half dozen players who tried to do both sports, including the starting center on the varsity team. Small schools like ours had to make do with the players we had. Most of my players understood that and replaced talent and personnel with hard work.
The door to the gym opened, and all sound stopped as heads turned to see who’d come in.
"You're late, practice began . . .” I started to say before the words cut off in my throat. Ignoring the looks from the players, I crossed the court and pulled the woman who had entered into an embrace before kissing her tenderly. There were a few hoots from the players, but I didn't care. "Melina."
"Cam," my she said, smiling. "I went by your place, but it was locked up. Your neighbor said you'd be here, and the front office was nice enough to let me go through the school to watch. My car's out front."
"Where do you want to go?" I asked, still stunned. Sure, we'd talked on the phone since I got back, she'd been the first person I'd called once my phone had reception again. But to see her now, just a few days after getting back? I was, as the British say, gobsmacked. I turned to the players. "All right guys, practice . . .”
"Is going to continue," she said next to me quietly, jabbing her elbow into my side.
I grinned sheepishly and nodded. "Thanks," I whispered, then took my arm off her shoulders. "Practice will continue in two minutes. Grab some water, and get to the baseline. We're starting with side shuffles, baseline to baseline, three-quarters speed."
With the players turned away, she gave me another peck on the cheek and patted my cheek. "Go do your thing, Coach. I'll sit in the stands and watch, we’ll talk afterward."
I went back into practice, focusing but at the same time feeling the constant presence of Melina behind me. All of the players worked hard, and by the end, not a single one of them wasn’t tired out. I called everyone around and led final stretches myself. "All right guys, good work. Tomorrow we're doing strength work, so make sure you guys come ready to lift. See you tomorrow.”
I couldn't hold it back any longer as I went over to Melina.
"I love you, Melina."
"I love you too, Cam."
He stepped back and let the pilot close the door again.
He stepped back to the safe zone and waved as the rain began to fall harder, watching as we taxied out and took off, skipping the circling of the island in order to save time and stay ahead of the worst of the storm.
"So, are you going to go?"
I blinked and looked behind me, where a nice looking older man sat in one of the other seats. "What?"
"Are you going to go to New Mexico?" he repeated, smiling. "Any fella who’s willing to do the whole run down the dock bit and risk looking like a fool just to ask you has to be in love."
"We are," I said. I turned back around and looked out my window. "We are."
The man smiled and sat back, leaving me to my thoughts.
New Mexico.
There's a lot of sun in New Mexico. And for the past week, I'd loved the sun.
Chapter 12
Cam
M y whistle shrieked across the gym, getting everyone's attention. "All right guys, on the baseline!"
According to state rules, I wasn’t allowed to run any sort of 'mandatory drill or practice' until well after the school year started. However, voluntary non-skill based conditioning workouts were just fine. So, while there was a rack of basketballs the guys could use after my conditioning session was finished, first they had to get through me.
Most of the kids, the ones who'd worked with me the year before or heard about me coming up from the junior high school, jogged to the line, regardless of if they were tired or not. While these summer sessions weren't done in a blood n' guts style, they did have an element of pushing, developing as much of the mental strength necessary for making it in our small school environment. It was a smaller group than what I wanted, but I understood. Football practice was in session as well, and we had a good half dozen players who tried to do both sports, including the starting center on the varsity team. Small schools like ours had to make do with the players we had. Most of my players understood that and replaced talent and personnel with hard work.
The door to the gym opened, and all sound stopped as heads turned to see who’d come in.
"You're late, practice began . . .” I started to say before the words cut off in my throat. Ignoring the looks from the players, I crossed the court and pulled the woman who had entered into an embrace before kissing her tenderly. There were a few hoots from the players, but I didn't care. "Melina."
"Cam," my she said, smiling. "I went by your place, but it was locked up. Your neighbor said you'd be here, and the front office was nice enough to let me go through the school to watch. My car's out front."
"Where do you want to go?" I asked, still stunned. Sure, we'd talked on the phone since I got back, she'd been the first person I'd called once my phone had reception again. But to see her now, just a few days after getting back? I was, as the British say, gobsmacked. I turned to the players. "All right guys, practice . . .”
"Is going to continue," she said next to me quietly, jabbing her elbow into my side.
I grinned sheepishly and nodded. "Thanks," I whispered, then took my arm off her shoulders. "Practice will continue in two minutes. Grab some water, and get to the baseline. We're starting with side shuffles, baseline to baseline, three-quarters speed."
With the players turned away, she gave me another peck on the cheek and patted my cheek. "Go do your thing, Coach. I'll sit in the stands and watch, we’ll talk afterward."
I went back into practice, focusing but at the same time feeling the constant presence of Melina behind me. All of the players worked hard, and by the end, not a single one of them wasn’t tired out. I called everyone around and led final stretches myself. "All right guys, good work. Tomorrow we're doing strength work, so make sure you guys come ready to lift. See you tomorrow.”
I couldn't hold it back any longer as I went over to Melina.
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