Free Game For Love: Best Laid Plans (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Taige Crenshaw Page B

good at what he did in the NHL before he retired.” Symon laughed. “Hmmm…when he gets here maybe we can get everyone together and all have a game.”
    “Which sport would we play?” Garret was up for that. They hadn’t done it for a while. With the some of the retirees getting settled in their new professions or like him learning to be lazy and the others still playing it could take some planning to get enough people together to play a game.
    “All of them eventually.” Symon said. “But we’d let the group decide which.”
    “Sounds good.” Garret sat up. “So from your text you are usually ready for the kids by eight forty-five.”
    “Yeah.” Symon sighed. “I hate not being there. I was just getting them to trust me.”
    “It’ll be okay. By the time you get back they’ll be tired of seeing me.” Garret laughed.
    “They’ll think you’re as bad as I am. They think I’m too intense when it comes to showing them stuff. But although they don’t say it I can see they appreciate that I give a damn.” Symon blew out a breath. “Some of these kids have a chip on their shoulder. Ju—”
    “Don’t worry I got it.” Garret wasn’t worried about a bunch of teenagers.
    “I have information in my office on those in my programs. And MM can tell you whatever you need to know too.” Symon hesitated then. “About MM… she’s well her. Just tread carefully with her.”
    Garret frowned. “What do you mean?”
    “Just be you and don’t let her get to you.”
    “Nothing gets to me.” Garret snorted. “Stop worrying, women love me. Especially older women they all want to mother me for some reason.” He shook his head having had that happen to him many times.
    “What makes you think she is older?” Symon sounded curious.
    “From what you told me about her. She’s seems to be a force to be reckoned with and having the respect of the kids she works with.” Garret wondered at his tone. “Isn’t she older?”
    “Yep.”
    Garret didn’t like the tone at all. Symon was up to something.
    “What—“
    A loud bang was heard over the phone. “Shit I have to go. The old chef hired someone a week ago and I swear this lady is trying to maim someone. How the hell can someone be such klutz and work in a kitchen?”
    Before Garret could reply he hung up. Garret lowered the cell and stared at Diva. “Looks like Daddy has something to do. I’ll be leaving you for most of the day for a week or two.” He leaned down. “Are you going to miss Daddy?”
    Diva gave him a disinterested look and lifted her head haughtily.
    “Yeah I love you too.” Garret slid off the bed. “Better go get ready.” He rubbed his hand over the scruff on his face. “Gotta get presentable.” He snickered. “Who am I kidding? I’m a lost cause.” He paused. “Symon wasn’t telling me something about MM. Oh well I’ll see her soon enough.” He headed off to get ready.
     
    Over an hour later Garret turned his black Tribeca into the parking area reserved for employees and volunteers of the center. He parked then exited the vehicle before glancing at the building. It was a large stout building that he would estimate had at least two floors. It was imposing yet gave off the feeling of welcome with its pale yellow color and from what he could tell street art that filled the walls of the building. He wondered if they were deliberate or someone just decided to do it. Garret strode toward the building’s back entrance and his excitement started to build. Maybe Symon was right after all that he had been bored. The door swung open as he was few steps away from the entrance. Garret blinked at the sight before him.
    The woman was almost as tall as he was at six-feet three—he would estimate she was about six-feet two. The woman came forward, her stride all control and power yet with an innate sensuousness that he found captivating. Her dark red T-shirt was slightly loose but he could see her curves while her jeans fit her in all