Dean’s POV
“I swear Dean, if you keep being late, I am firing you! I don’t care who your girlfriend is!”
Inwardly rolling my eyes as I race towards the training center, I let Staci see what I’m seeing.
“I’m here! Chill out. You shouldn’t get so worked up, Stac.”
Staci is watching me come to a stop in front of her, her arms folded as she glares at me.
“It’s about time.”
She glances pointedly at her watch.
Shifting, I pick up the folded shorts that are waiting for me on the bench.
“I’m two minutes late.”
“Exactly! Get it together!”
Staci’s blonde ponytail bobs as she jerks her head and looks at her phone.
Obviously, she is taking some frustration out on me that probably has nothing to do with me.
Sighing, I plop on the bench and look around.
“Is it just me tonight?”
“You’ll cov
