“Yeah, I do. I’ve never been,” she reminded him.
“Well,” Logan started. “It loses the ‘wow, this is just like the movies’ charm pretty quickly, but the food is incredible.”
She listened to him talk about all his favorite places to eat for the next forty-five minutes, and then they went their separate ways, and she only felt a little guilty about lying to him.
ALWAYS ANSWER
You know what’s hot?
HANNA
This fucking stadium.
ALWAYS ANSWER
Yes.
And knowing that I’m only three innings away from tearing my own shirt off of you.
HANNA
Hmm. That’s awfully presumptuous.
ALWAYS ANSWER
Says the woman who woke me up with her mouth around my dick this morning.
HANNA
What was I supposed to do? Wake up with your morning wood in my ass and not do something about it?
ALWAYS ANSWER
I was dreaming of you.
“Always Answer?” Sara hissed next to her.
“Shit,” she muttered, jumping as she shoved her phone in her pocket, suddenly very interested in the line for the bathroom.
“Hanna!”
“It’s nothing, just a bit of flirting,” she muttered.
“Are you guys sexting? At a baseball game?”
Hanna forced a laugh as she pulled her hair into a ponytail.
“Is it my fault if America’s pastime gets me going? It’s the pants. So tight!”
Sara picked at her nailbed. “I know it’s not my business and we’re being very cool about all of this, but?—”
Hanna held up a hand. “Ask yourself if you want to be the secret keeper here.”
She considered that for a moment as the line moved two steps forward.
“Maybe not.”
“Okay.”
