Cruise
June
“Wow!" Her gaze falters on me as she hops into the Jeep and gets a good look at the shirt I'm wearing. “That shirt is bright."
“Yeah, I know." I look down at the hot pink shirt covering my body. “The Hurricanes got to pick out their colors, and they decided on hot pink and black. I'm very well aware that I look like a goddamn highlighter. The perks of coaching and having to attend softball games."
She laughs, covering her mouth with her hand. “Mason wears it too?"
“What can I say? Kels makes us do s**t we never thought we'd do. Like wear hot pink and spend our weekends during the summer and fall with ten-year-old girls. But I'd rather them be with us than some tyrannical coach who doesn't give two shits. I did that enough in football. These girls are learning valuable less
