Jessica Wolfe, Amy's coach.

Spencer was watching Amy warming up with Kimberly, to begin with. The girls practising using their mitts by throwing long balls to each other. Eventually, the girls were called in by the school’s Gymnastic Teacher Miss Wolfe, who was the coach of the team as well, for the start of the game. The Carter Junior girls would be fielding first so Jessica Wolfe made her way up into the bleachers to get a better view of the first innings from up high. Seeing Spencer, she came towards him.

“Spencer Askren, right? You’re Amy’s father,” the dark-skinned teacher asked before sitting down. Jessica was wearing the school’s windbreaker and a tight pair of black yoga pants on underneath. Spencer could tell from up close that she was thin and in great shape.

“And you’re the Gym Teacher, right?” he returned having not met Miss Wolfe before.

“I am. Miss Wolfe but you can call me Jessica,” she said holding her hand out for Spencer to shake.

“How did they get you to work Saturdays as well?” Spencer asked Jessica, a teacher normally working a five-day week.

“I’m the newest. And the youngest. Got to pay my dues to the school and all that,” Jessica said without rancour.

“That’s always a thing,” Spencer agreed. He knew all about paying dues in his old line of work as a lobbyist. Some of the jobs they’d made him do when he was just starting out…

“Plus, I have a Diploma in Sports Medicine. It helps if any of the girls get banged up. I give a really mean… massage too. Great for getting out all the knots and kinks…”

“Ha, I’ll keep that in mind if I ever pull a muscle,” Spencer didn’t mean it to sound as flirty as it sounded when it came out of his mouth.

Jessica laughed. “I know what muscle men want to be pulled when they roll over on my massage table. Those little towels barely stay on.”

Spencer tried to say that wasn’t what he had meant but Jessica told him she knew and was only playing with him. The school reception would have her number if Spencer ever needed her with an injury and she’d let Abigail know she was happy with her giving it out.

The first innings was over by then and Jessica had to return to the sideline to look after her team at-bat. Spencer found he’d enjoyed his chat with Miss Wolfe very much. The pretty young teacher sitting very high in his estimation. They, unfortunately, didn’t have another chance to talk before the game was over.

It was just a practise game so scores weren’t kept but my Spencer’s rough calculations Amy and The Carter Junior High team won by a run or two. Amy played well. Spencer was up cheering for his girl when she hit a home run. Amy managed another run in as well as a sharp catch at third base. Kimberly too doing a good job at the team’s catcher.

Spencer congratulated Amy after the game as they were heading to the front of the school to wait for a taxi back to their house. Spencer allowed Amy to pick what takeaway they had for dinner tonight as a treat for doing so well but she was happy with leftover pizza in the fridge. Amy happy to eat it cold again the next day which is something Spencer could never do. It had to be heated up in the oven for him.

Spencer put Amy’s sports uniform on to wash that afternoon before he headed out onto the lake with his canoe to get a little exercise of his own in. Unfortunately, Spencer’s left shoulder was clicking a little bit and causing him some pain, perhaps from the accident this week, and had to call it quits before very long. He’d look at booking an appointment for a massage or a physio next week when he had a car to get around properly again.

Over pizza, Spencer and Amy watched a pair of movies together on the couch. A recent romantic one for Amy first and then an older classic for Spencer. Amy always finding her dad’s choice in movies boring and falling asleep beside him. With the movies over, Spencer picked up his daughter and carried her into bed. If she got much bigger or his shoulder kept aching as it did then, he wouldn’t be able to do it for much longer.

It had been a big week for Spencer so he took the opportunity to get an early night just like Amy did. He had a lot to do come Monday and didn’t want to drag his feet at all.