Raising the hand that was resting on her leg, I vow. “I will not jinx it.”
Willa leans down and kisses me. “Thanks for everything.”
Leaning in, I reply softly, “No need to thank me.” The kiss lasts longer than was probably safe. Our tongues touch and play as my hand strokes her smooth leg, making my cock lengthen and harden.
“Whoa. Dude.”
We pull away quickly as Brent enters my office.
“Ever heard of knocking, asshole?” My words sound angry, but I’m smiling at my best friend.
“Never needed to.” He smiles at Willa. “Hey, Willa.”
“Hi, Brent.” She tries to climb off my lap, but I’m not on board with that move.
“What are you doing here?”
“Came to see if you wanted a ride to the ballpark.”
“Shit.” I forgot. Game day. “No. I’ll meet you over there.”
“Willa? You coming?”
“Should I?”
Why does she sound so unsure? I nod. “You should come.”
“Yeah?”
“Definitely.” Brent claps his hands. “If you do, I’ll see if Harmony can come by after she gets off work.”
“Okay. I mean. Why not? I’ve done everything I needed to do today. Now it’s out of my hands. I may as well go watch some baseball. Too bad you guys didn’t own a hockey team.”
Placing my palm over my heart, I sigh. “You wound me.”
“Sorry.” She laughs. “I just like hockey.”
Laughing at my girlfriend, Brent’s out the door in no time, saying, “See you two there.”
* * *
It’sthe bottom of the ninth. Two outs. We’ve got a man on second and our best hitter up to the plate. And do you want to know what happens? I’ll tell you.
My mother storms into our box, mad as a March hare. And she’s not alone. She’s got her pet pit-viper by her side, Monica Fitzgerald.
I never understood that expression––March hare. It’s something my grandmother used to say about my grandfather. It always made me laugh but not today.
“I…”—my mother pants—“Have never been so humiliated in all my life.”
“Um.” Brent stands like he’d love to escape Marilynn Adler, but she’s blocking the door.
I overhear Harmony hiss, “Just sit down.”
Without enthusiasm, I ask, “What’s the matter?” No need to get her even more riled up. I mean, her eyes are crazy. She’s got crazy eyes.
“Her.” She points a red-tipped finger at Willa. “She’ssuingMac and Barbara?” When she says that word “suing,” her face scrunches up, and her mouth is pinched like she just ate something rotten.
“Mother…”
