Once she reached the
quiet solace of the bleachers, she plopped onto the first bench. She
stared at the banners decorating the rafters in the massive room.
Each chunk of red fabric boasted yet another glory from VCH’s past.
One of the baseball pennants caught her eye—the one commemorating
Corey’s first year as the head baseball coach. They’d gone to state
that year. He worried so much until the final game. She chuckled. If
he’d have worried about her half as much as he did the team, they’d
probably still be married.
They were still friends
and he did know her better than anyone. She stood and headed to his
office. The sooner they talked, the faster they’d be able to move
Her stomach churned. The
thought of Corey being with someone else stung her pride. She liked
having the title of Mrs. Corey Murphy. The students liked him and
the team flourished under his tutelage. The other faculty members
enjoyed his sense of humor, too. Some of her student teachers
mentioned taking the advanced physical education class because of
Corey. Not that she blamed them—the man was hot.
For being thirty-seven,
he still looked no more than twenty-eight. His time spent in the gym
lifting weights definitely showed. He should’ve been able to find
another woman. Her skin warmed at the thought of his arms around
her. She could almost hear his gravelly voice as he spoke in her
ear, telling her all of the decadent things he wanted to do with
her. Only Corey knew about her desire to be spanked. He’d been the
one person she played with and bared her soul to. She missed his
hand on her ass and the way he pulled her hair during sex. Hell, she
missed making love to the man in her heart.
She stopped just outside
his doorway. She knew part of his reason for staying in the same
place. He lacked self-confidence when on his own. He claimed he
couldn’t commit. She knew better. There were no affairs during their
marriage or prior relationship and he claimed he’d never stopped
loving her. So why not stay together? She snorted. The gibberish his
father spouted about men being unable to commit—that’s what screwed
They’d also ended the
relationship too fast. There were too many things left unsaid and
too much unfinished. Once they sorted out their collective past,
they could find a decent future.
Hopefully they’d find
that future together.