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The magazine wanted the family spread. Hot coach and loving family. There’s not even a family now. They won’t like that at all.
    “Colt?” I call out, still in bed. I must have left my clothes in the bathroom. I get up to find them.
    It still smells like coconut oil in here, and cum of course. The shower wall is slightly stained from where I climaxed. I get dressed and head downstairs.
    I hear Colt talking in his office. He’s looking out the window and speaking quickly into the phone. Something about his assistant coach quitting. He hangs up and turns around.
    I fold my arms in front of my chest. “I wasn’t snooping,” I say. He stares. “Sorry if I disturbed you,” I add.
    Colt smirks. “Work trouble,” he says. “Don’t worry about it.”
    “I should get going,” I say and head to the living room for my bags. I pick them up and turn around. Colt is in the doorway.
    “Leo, do you want to grab coffee? I’ll give you a lift to the station after.”
    I know I should keep my mouth shut, but I can’t help myself. “I really liked—” I stop myself. “Everything?” I bumble.
    He smiles a little. I get the feeling he’s really not much of a talker.
    Colt drives us to this small coffee shop in the center of Cold Spring. We both grab lattes.
    “I had fun last night,” I say, seeing if I can get him to talk about it. He looks around, checking for something. There are a few people reading papers, drinking, and talking.
    He replies quietly, “Me too.”
    “That’s good,” I say and he looks around again.
    “Do… do you mind if we change the subject?” he says and shrugs his shoulders. He puts on a demeanor of sorts—something in his face changes. “What made you chose photography?” The words come out weird.
    I shoot him a weird look. “Sure,” I say. “Are you okay?”
    “I can’t be with you right now.”
    “I don’t understand,” I say.
    “I need to hide a little. Because of how things are. This is just coffee.”
    “What was last night?” I ask, and put my hand on his. “Just a shower?”
    He flinches away. He seems nervous—nothing like the man he was last night. “This was a bad idea. I’m a public figure and—”
    My heart pounds in my chest; I look down in disgust. “Just take me to the station,” I say, annoyed.
    “No, look. I want to have coffee,” he says, and looks over his shoulder again.
    “No one can hear us,” I hiss. “Why are you being such a jerk?”
    “This isn’t New York. These people here, I know them. That guy in the corner sold me a truck. The woman at the counter has a daughter who hangs out with my daughter.”
    “I don’t even know what you’re trying to say.” His words are messing everything up. He’s conflicted. My physical feelings are just as strong, but something else is fading. We had such great chemistry and now, who knows.
     
    The Range Rover is silent on the way to the station.
    When we pull up, Colt turns to me. “Wait,” he says. “I’m sorry about earlier.”
    “Whatever. I get that you’re a big time football coach but that doesn’t mean we can’t drink a fucking cup of coffee together. You looked like someone had a gun on you back there.”
    “You don’t know what it’s like out here,” he says. “I could lose my job. I have a wife, a family. Fuck, well, I had a wife. I have a daughter.”
    “How old is she?” I ask.
    “Seventeen.”
    “Then I'm guessing she'd rather see the real you rather than the public figure you're pretending to be,” I say.
    Colt rolls his eyes. “That doesn’t mean I can be—whatever.”
    “Doesn’t mean that you can be—what? You can’t be yourself? Because of what people might think?”
    “It’s complicated. Don’t pretend you don’t understand.” Colt shakes his head, as if to say no more. He puts his hand on my leg. “I want to see you again.”
    “Whatever, Coach Smith. Come see me in the city if you really mean it.” I get out and shut the door. I don’t look