“I said I got it, Dad. You probably don’t know enough about soccer to coach it, anyway.”
That was true, which only made him more frustrated. “I’m sure I could learn.”
“What’s the point? You’re too busy, remember?”
Matthew inhaled deeply. Reminded himself he was the adult here. “I’m sure you must be disappointed, but the soccer association will find you a new coach soon. Hopefully, one who actually understands the strategy behind the game.”
“Yeah. Right.” Clearly, Derrick wasn’t holding out any hopes.
Matthew longed to say something that would make his son feel better. But there was no quick fix to this situation. Not for any of them.
“I’ll phone the president of the soccer association and see what their plan is.”
“Don’t bother.” Derrick hung up, as miserable as he’d been at the beginning of the call.
Matthew was left with the knowledge that he’d disappointed his son yet again. He sighed, then pocketed the BlackBerry, this time making certain to turn it off first.
He met Jane on her way out and could barely contain his disappointment. “I thought we might have a second drink.”
“One was enough for me. And don’t worry. I covered the bill.”
Her gaze barely skimmed his face before she glanced away. Why was it so darn hard to get her to look him square in the eyes these days?
And he hated that she’d paid for their drinks.
He fell into step beside her as she headed back to the office. “This was supposed to be my treat. You know what that means?”
She raised her eyebrows questioningly.
“I pick up the tab next time.”
“Next time?”
“Damn right next time.” He let himself touch her elbow as they crossed the street. It was all he could do to let go of her once they reached the other side.
“Jane.” He stopped her before she entered the revolving door that led to the lobby of their building.
“Yes, Matt?”
Ever since his phone call she’d been so cool and distant. He wished he could make up the ground that had been lost.
“I’m glad we had this talk.”
Her expression softened. “Me, too.”
“And we will do it again. Right?”
She hesitated. “Maybe.”
And then she quickened her pace and disappeared into the building. He watched and wondered what she would have said if he’d told her the truth.
That Gillian thought they’d been having an affair because during one of their arguments he’d admitted that although he wasn’t having an affair with Jane, he was more than halfway to being in love with her.
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