TUESDAY TALES - FATHER

Welcome! This week I'm exploring another character from my new series, First & Ten. Meet Pete Sebastian, a/k/a, Coach Bass.

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Pete Sebastian looked forward to Father’s Day. His twin daughters, Emily and Mikki, were Daddy’s little girls from the minute they were born. They cooked up something special for him every year, always taking him by surprise.

After his wife left the girls with him to “find herself”, he had to become the disciplinarian and the nurturer. Neither role suited him naturally, but he learned and adjusted, priding himself on a job pretty well done for a man starting at square one. Hell, coaching a football team was a piece of cake compared to raising two girls on his own.
Now they were in college and his job at home wasn’t quite so full time. He wondered if he could find another woman, a better one. Pete turned forty-three and had no idea where to begin when it came to dating. 

He knew what he wanted. This time he’d choose I.Q. over bra size. No more flighty, self-absorbed women, no matter how willing. No sir. Had to be an intelligent woman. But pretty.
Sexy wouldn’t hurt. Did he remember how to make love to a woman? Yes, it had been that long because his daughters came first and that didn’t leave much time for a sex life.

Pete watched his men spruce up in the locker room for dates. He envied them the beautiful women on their arms. Carl Woodley, owner of the Connecticut Kings, patted him on the shoulder.
“Now the girls are out of the house, when are you gonna get a woman?”
“Not many women looking for an old man like me.”
“You’re not old. Hell, even I’m not old at sixty-six!”
At five o’clock, the administration offices cleared out. He’d been hoping Carl might hire some bright young woman in the front office, but no such luck. A new P.R. guy, Joe-something was due to start soon.

Plucking his jacket off the hook, Pete resigned himself to another night at The Savage for a couple of brews and a burger.  Totally preoccupied, he walked out of his office and smacked into someone coming down the hall at a good clip. He looked up with tired eyes.

Huge, startled, green eyes blinked.

“Excuse me. I’m so sorry,” she stammered. “I’m looking for Mr. Woodley.”
“Carl? Just missed him.” Pete’s gaze flew down the slim, female body wearing a dark gray suit and a blue shirt. He noticed lovely curves and had to stop staring before he began to blush.
“Can I help you?”
“You are?” She straightened, pulling her jacket down, revealing a little cleavage. Pete’s gaze went straight to her chest.
“Uh, um. Pete Sebastian, Coach of the Kings,” he said, feeling like a schoolboy with his first boner.

“Josephine Parker. Please call me, Jo,” she smiled and extended her hand. The room got several thousand watts brighter. Pete took her small, soft fingers in his and didn’t want to let go. “I’m the new P.R. Director.”
“So you’re Joe? Well, well, what a surprise.” 

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