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his fingers through his hair. He could do this. For the love of God, he commanded a Super Bowl winning football team, he damn sure could discipline a couple of eight-year olds.
Grace stepped in the doorway. “They’re in the brown living room.”
She stepped around him and massaged his shoulders. “You can do this, coach.”
Cart’s tiny little newborn face popped into his mind. The boys had been born a month early and both had to spend time in the hospital. Cart had been the smaller of the two boys. His tiny little fist had grabbed onto Chord’s pinky and wouldn’t let go. That was the moment he knew Cart was a fighter.
How could he walk into the kitchen and discipline that perfect little human?
“Oh God, you’re wavering.” Grace folded her arms. “Man up.”
“But Cart was premature…he was so little.” It’s not that Chord was passive, it’s just he didn’t want to deal with this.
“That was a long time ago. He’s fine now, in fact he’s so good he flooded the pool house.” Grace shook her head. “I’m not calling you a pussy, I’m just saying your vagina is bigger than mine.”
“Hey.” Chord shook off his nostalgia in favor of pissed off. “It is not.”
She did the one eyebrow up thing. “If the vagina fits…”
“Stop saying that word.” Chord put his hands over his ears. “I don’t like that word.”
“Don’t be such a baby.” She pushed him toward the door. “Now go out there, and give them hell.” She smacked him on the butt.
Chord turned back to stare at her.
“What? Don’t y’all smack each other on the butt on the football field right before you try to kill the other team?” Grace shrugged. “I’m being supportive.”
“Yes, we do, but it’s not like that.” He pulled her to him. “It’s more like a light whack for luck.” He tapped her lightly on the bottom. “See?”
“Why are you spanking me, when you should be in there laying down the law with them?” Graced smiled like she had a point and she knew it.
“Don’t get cocky.” Chord tapped her on the butt again. “No one likes a know-it-all.”
“Being right is such a precious gift.” Grace smile beatifically.
“How would you know?” He grinned back at her, and the last of the apprehension left his body. She was good for him, but he wasn’t quite sure what to do with her. She was his employee, but becoming more…she was his friend.
He stepped through the doorway and took the shortest route to the brown living room. Now she had him color-coding the rooms in his house. He’d never had a female friend before…or even a close friend with whom he’d shared personal details. Grace was special, and she fit into his life so effortlessly, but he still wasn’t sure what to do with her.
Her hands came to his shoulders and she massaged again. “You can do this, Coach.”
Just because he could do it, didn’t mean he wanted to. They walked into the living room. Cart and HW were two somber sad-sacks waiting on the brown leather sofa.
“Okay boys, we need to discuss the pool house.” He took the chair across from them and told himself that they were a couple of players who hadn’t reported to training camp on time. He sat ramrod straight with his shoulders back. “While the damage to the washing machine was minimal, the damage to the pool house is extensive.”
Cart’s face screwed up, and he whispered something in HW’s ear.
HW listened and then said, “Extensive means a lot.”
Cart nodded and turned back to Chord. It occurred to him both boys were turning into young men and were losing all traces of little boy.
“Because the sheetrock is soaked through and water got under the wood flooring, we might have to gut everything and redo the interior.” Chord took a deep breath and blocked out the memories of their sweet baby faces. “You will need to help pay for the cleanup. In order to do this, you’ll take on extra chores to earn money. You will help Grace and me with
Grace stepped in the doorway. “They’re in the brown living room.”
She stepped around him and massaged his shoulders. “You can do this, coach.”
Cart’s tiny little newborn face popped into his mind. The boys had been born a month early and both had to spend time in the hospital. Cart had been the smaller of the two boys. His tiny little fist had grabbed onto Chord’s pinky and wouldn’t let go. That was the moment he knew Cart was a fighter.
How could he walk into the kitchen and discipline that perfect little human?
“Oh God, you’re wavering.” Grace folded her arms. “Man up.”
“But Cart was premature…he was so little.” It’s not that Chord was passive, it’s just he didn’t want to deal with this.
“That was a long time ago. He’s fine now, in fact he’s so good he flooded the pool house.” Grace shook her head. “I’m not calling you a pussy, I’m just saying your vagina is bigger than mine.”
“Hey.” Chord shook off his nostalgia in favor of pissed off. “It is not.”
She did the one eyebrow up thing. “If the vagina fits…”
“Stop saying that word.” Chord put his hands over his ears. “I don’t like that word.”
“Don’t be such a baby.” She pushed him toward the door. “Now go out there, and give them hell.” She smacked him on the butt.
Chord turned back to stare at her.
“What? Don’t y’all smack each other on the butt on the football field right before you try to kill the other team?” Grace shrugged. “I’m being supportive.”
“Yes, we do, but it’s not like that.” He pulled her to him. “It’s more like a light whack for luck.” He tapped her lightly on the bottom. “See?”
“Why are you spanking me, when you should be in there laying down the law with them?” Graced smiled like she had a point and she knew it.
“Don’t get cocky.” Chord tapped her on the butt again. “No one likes a know-it-all.”
“Being right is such a precious gift.” Grace smile beatifically.
“How would you know?” He grinned back at her, and the last of the apprehension left his body. She was good for him, but he wasn’t quite sure what to do with her. She was his employee, but becoming more…she was his friend.
He stepped through the doorway and took the shortest route to the brown living room. Now she had him color-coding the rooms in his house. He’d never had a female friend before…or even a close friend with whom he’d shared personal details. Grace was special, and she fit into his life so effortlessly, but he still wasn’t sure what to do with her.
Her hands came to his shoulders and she massaged again. “You can do this, Coach.”
Just because he could do it, didn’t mean he wanted to. They walked into the living room. Cart and HW were two somber sad-sacks waiting on the brown leather sofa.
“Okay boys, we need to discuss the pool house.” He took the chair across from them and told himself that they were a couple of players who hadn’t reported to training camp on time. He sat ramrod straight with his shoulders back. “While the damage to the washing machine was minimal, the damage to the pool house is extensive.”
Cart’s face screwed up, and he whispered something in HW’s ear.
HW listened and then said, “Extensive means a lot.”
Cart nodded and turned back to Chord. It occurred to him both boys were turning into young men and were losing all traces of little boy.
“Because the sheetrock is soaked through and water got under the wood flooring, we might have to gut everything and redo the interior.” Chord took a deep breath and blocked out the memories of their sweet baby faces. “You will need to help pay for the cleanup. In order to do this, you’ll take on extra chores to earn money. You will help Grace and me with
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