Tuesday night while Rob played. She couldn’t bring herself to watch. Alaina knew little about hockey, but the game was sometimes pretty violent and if Rob was hurt…. She shook her head. He could take care of himself, but easing herself into this whole “exclusive girlfriend” thing was definitely a good idea.
Refocusing on her shopping baske t, Alaina counted the books and, more importantly, made sure she could afford everything she’d picked out. As much as she would’ve liked to buy all “fun” books, she also got several readers and phonics books, plus a bunch of sets of math flashcards. She didn’t believe in pushing her students hard. After all, they were only in kindergarten—a time of exploration, a time to play. But if she didn’t develop these raw skills, the children would fall behind later, so she dutifully emphasized reading and math.
On Wedne sday night, she sat down and actually watched an entire Storm game for the first time in her life. Over the past day of exchanging texts with Rob she’d decided she should support him no matter what his profession was. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t wince if he got hit. That was only natural.
Alaina didn’t hate sports, but her family consisted of three women—herself, her younger sister, and her mom, with her dad being the lone male representative, and he wasn’t a sports fan. As a result, growing up, she hadn’t been exposed to sports. Not to say women couldn’t like sports of their own volition, but watching or following sports had never been a part of her family life.
T he players zipped up and down the ice, and she listened closely to the commentators, but couldn’t make heads or tails of half the things they were saying about the game. Stuff happened and the announcers got all excited, but Alaina had no idea why. She’d have to ask Rob to explain some of the rules. When the game ended, she sent a text to Rob.
Alaina: Nice win. I watched, though I didn’t understand a lot of what happened.
Several minutes later, as she was getting ready for bed, her phone pinged.
Rob: You watched? Very cool. Sometime soon, when I’m not playing, we’ll sit down and watch a game and I’ll tutor you. You can have a kiss for every right answer. ;-)
She laughed.
Alaina: How very charitable of you.
She had just returned from brushing her teeth when her notification signal went off again.
Rob: I thought so. Gotta run to the airport. Take care, sweets! See you soon!
After attaching the phone to the charger, she crawled underneath her covers. Though she’d never been very excitable, the truth was Alaina liked watching him play. Knowing she could also say, “Oh, Rob D’Amico? Yeah, he’s hot. And he’s mine,” sent a little zing through her blood. Not that she had anyone to tell something like that too besides a few close friends, but still. By his own volition he’d made their relationship exclusive. He was hers.
Wow. Crazy. She was certainly not one to care about the status of someone, but she had to admit showing him off to those mean bitches from high school would be pretty satisfying. Never in a million years had she thought she’d land a man like Rob. With a silly grin she couldn’t wipe off her face, she fell asleep.
~ * ~
FIVE
A t school on Thursday, Rob was all smiles and high-fives, listening patiently as the children ran around the room showing him all their new stuff, never letting on he had any idea what any of the supplies and equipment were. A contented sigh escaped Alaina. She must’ve sound like a lovesick fool doing stuff like that. But who was around to hear? If she wanted to let out a feminine sigh as the hottest guy she’d ever seen, much less dated—and messed around with—read Is Your Mama A Llama? to her adoring students, that’s just what she’d do.
He finished reading then asked her to lunch when they were in the hall afterward. Alaina let out a relieved breath as she walked back into the
Refocusing on her shopping baske t, Alaina counted the books and, more importantly, made sure she could afford everything she’d picked out. As much as she would’ve liked to buy all “fun” books, she also got several readers and phonics books, plus a bunch of sets of math flashcards. She didn’t believe in pushing her students hard. After all, they were only in kindergarten—a time of exploration, a time to play. But if she didn’t develop these raw skills, the children would fall behind later, so she dutifully emphasized reading and math.
On Wedne sday night, she sat down and actually watched an entire Storm game for the first time in her life. Over the past day of exchanging texts with Rob she’d decided she should support him no matter what his profession was. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t wince if he got hit. That was only natural.
Alaina didn’t hate sports, but her family consisted of three women—herself, her younger sister, and her mom, with her dad being the lone male representative, and he wasn’t a sports fan. As a result, growing up, she hadn’t been exposed to sports. Not to say women couldn’t like sports of their own volition, but watching or following sports had never been a part of her family life.
T he players zipped up and down the ice, and she listened closely to the commentators, but couldn’t make heads or tails of half the things they were saying about the game. Stuff happened and the announcers got all excited, but Alaina had no idea why. She’d have to ask Rob to explain some of the rules. When the game ended, she sent a text to Rob.
Alaina: Nice win. I watched, though I didn’t understand a lot of what happened.
Several minutes later, as she was getting ready for bed, her phone pinged.
Rob: You watched? Very cool. Sometime soon, when I’m not playing, we’ll sit down and watch a game and I’ll tutor you. You can have a kiss for every right answer. ;-)
She laughed.
Alaina: How very charitable of you.
She had just returned from brushing her teeth when her notification signal went off again.
Rob: I thought so. Gotta run to the airport. Take care, sweets! See you soon!
After attaching the phone to the charger, she crawled underneath her covers. Though she’d never been very excitable, the truth was Alaina liked watching him play. Knowing she could also say, “Oh, Rob D’Amico? Yeah, he’s hot. And he’s mine,” sent a little zing through her blood. Not that she had anyone to tell something like that too besides a few close friends, but still. By his own volition he’d made their relationship exclusive. He was hers.
Wow. Crazy. She was certainly not one to care about the status of someone, but she had to admit showing him off to those mean bitches from high school would be pretty satisfying. Never in a million years had she thought she’d land a man like Rob. With a silly grin she couldn’t wipe off her face, she fell asleep.
~ * ~
FIVE
A t school on Thursday, Rob was all smiles and high-fives, listening patiently as the children ran around the room showing him all their new stuff, never letting on he had any idea what any of the supplies and equipment were. A contented sigh escaped Alaina. She must’ve sound like a lovesick fool doing stuff like that. But who was around to hear? If she wanted to let out a feminine sigh as the hottest guy she’d ever seen, much less dated—and messed around with—read Is Your Mama A Llama? to her adoring students, that’s just what she’d do.
He finished reading then asked her to lunch when they were in the hall afterward. Alaina let out a relieved breath as she walked back into the
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