Me:Taylor is good. Tell her she’s got a great arm.
Rachel:From you, she’ll love that.
Rachel:Also, you look fucking hot today.
I smiled at my screen. I wore a Bats T-shirt and a plain baseball cap. I’d shot down Kent when he suggested to wear our jerseys. Yes, we were here for promo reasons, but the girls were the players today, not us.
Me:You can tell that from all the way across the field?
Rachel:Of course I can. Those thick, muscular thighs, the biceps bulging out of your T-shirt.
Rachel:You’re a tease. Showing everyone here what’s mine.
I burst out laughing before I could help it.
“You all right, Coach?” Adrian asked, chuckling as he squinted at me.
“Yeah, fine,” I told him, stuffing my phone back into my pocket. “Why?”
“Whoever you were texting with put a big smile on your face. You’re gonna break everyone’s heart on Instagram if you’re attached now. Who is she?”
“I bet I know,” Nate said next to me, his cocky smile spreading wider when he met my gaze.
“I bet you don’t,” I tried to reply with enough force to stop him from any more comments or questions.
“Who?” Adrian asked. “How does Nate know her?”
“He doesn’t. Just relax and watch the game before we have to take pictures. Then you can have the rest of the day off.”
I’d grabbed Rachel away from Nate at the gala, full of enough jealous rage that I hadn’t cared how obvious I was about it. I’d truly never thought we had a chance of being together and would have to be careful not to tip off the wrong people.
But I’d already done that, so now it was just a matter of time before one of us did it again.
“Make sure you stick around for the team photo,” Kent said when he came back from the restroom, and Nate and Adrian headed toward the concession stand.
“This was a good idea,” Kent told me when they were out of earshot. “A local team sponsorship, especially a girls’ team. Looks good. I’m not on board with everything else the agency suggested, but this is easy. Gets our faces out there.”
He meant my face and maybe Nate’s, but I only nodded.
“So, what’s this I overheard when I sat back down? You seeing someone?”
Yes. And she’s incredible, and I think I’ve already fallen in love with her.
That was the answer I wanted to give.
“No, the guys were just speculating.”
“Ah, good.”
“Good?” My head jerked to Kent. “Why is that good?”
He nodded toward the girls’ bench. A few of the mothers were looking back at us and whispering to each other.
“Can’t forget about our new fan base,” he whispered.
Oh, fuck no.
I was about to stand up and lose my shit, boss or not, when I heard a squeal on the field. The girls had made the last out of the inning and had won six to three.
