But I could not see Sam doing any of them. In fact, it kinda weirded me out in a bad way just to think about it.
This must have been written on my face because Sam’s arms got tight around me and he burst out laughing.
I watched.
I missed that.
And he loved it that I gave him that.
I missed it so much and I knew he loved it so much that it actually hurt having it back. It wasn’t a beautiful pain, it was just pain.
I wasted a month of our lives and it hurt.
It wasn’t stupid, I followed my heart and it led Sam back to me, all of him.
Still, it hurt.
Sam stopped laughing and his eyes focused back on me when he explained, “Your face, honey, says exactly what I keep thinkin’.”
“Okay so A, B and C are out. Is there a D?” I asked.
“Got an offer to be the Defensive Coordinator for an NFL team. Again, pay is good but it doesn’t have to be. I got all that I need and if I didn’t, my woman is loaded.”
That got him a grin.
Sam grinned back.
“Well, that sounds like you like the idea better but you’re obviously not doing cartwheels about it,” I noted.
Sam’s grin got bigger as he told me, “Never did a cartwheel in my life.”
“Mental cartwheels,” I explained.
“Never did those either.”
“Sam!” I snapped, slapping his chest. “You know what I mean.”
“Yeah,” he kept grinning then his face grew thoughtful. “They’re dumpin’ the guy they got. He’s performing, it’s politics. The head coach doesn’t like him and the head coach is not performing. Thinks he’s competition and he’d be right. Higher ups aren’t smart enough to see the head coach is talkin’ them into dumpin’ the only talent they have on the coaching squad. I do not need that shit in my life.”
“No, you don’t,” I agreed. “Is there possibly a choice F?”
That was when Sam’s face grew even more thoughtful.
“Talked to Tanner,” he said and I thought I knew where he was going. Sam was thinking about becoming a private investigator which would be cool… ish. It also might continue to be dangerous which was something I wasn’t a big fan of.
“And?”
“His boys play ball. Their coach just got heaved. Physically abused his son right on the field then did some other crazy shit and now he’s in prison.”
Whoa.
“College?” I asked.
“High school,” he answered and I blinked.
“High school?” I queried. “A high school in Indiana?”
I didn’t know what to think about this. Would we sell the beach house?
I didn’t want to sell the beach house.
“No, baby, they promoted from within. Those boys are already training. That’s not an option.”
My face dipped closer to his and I said softly, “It would be an option for Sampson Cooper. Any high school program would consider you for their coach. They’d freaking love it.”
“I use my name and celebrity without anything to prove I got what it takes, the coaching squad won’t love it and if I don’t have a decent team loyal to me at my back, the boys pay.”
I was confused.
“So this isn’t option F?”
“I told you that because it gave me the idea. The Kingston Wildcats’ coach retired last season after twenty years. They hired a new guy out of Texas. Their training has started too. When I got home two days ago, found you gone, took off to find you. But while I was home, one thing I did learn ‘cause Skip talked to Hap, Hap made some inquiries and Skip, Hap and Luci were waitin’ for me at the beach house when I got home.”
Uh-oh.
Sam went on.
“Hap and Luci were itchin’ to lay into me, plain to see, but they didn’t get in a word. Skip chewed me out then after I told all of them to take a hike, they didn’t. I left them on the deck, found your note, made my own decision. They all followed me in, I told them I had shit to see to, they got it, cooled off and then Skip shared that the new coach was already caught helpin’ kids to get juiced so he’s out on his ass. The team has no coach. The old guy came outta retirement to take up the reins again and he loves the game but when you make a decision that it’s the end, it’s the end. His heart isn’t in it. He wants to be fishin’.”
I decided it was best to process the Skip/Hap/Luci drama at a later date and asked, “So do you want to coach a high school football team?”
“My degree is in education and I never used it.”
I smiled at him. “So you want to coach a high school football team.”