His eyes shifted from Haley to the tickets and back again before he made a split-second decision and made a run for it. He didn’t make it five feet before his little grasshopper tackled him to the ground and ripped the card from his hands as he was forced to spit grass out of his mouth.
“Fine. You can come with me, I guess,” Jason said, making sure to sound put out only to grunt when the vicious woman kneed him in the ribs.
Chapter 7
“I love you, Derek!”
Jason tried to drag Haley back to her seat, but she fought him every inch of the way. “I love you, Derek!”
“He knows, woman! He’s known since the first inning. Let the man focus,” Jason said, finally managing to drag her back a foot when that bastard Derek Jeter went and waved to Haley. That did it. She tried to break free and make a run for the field.
Trying not to drop her as he burst out laughing, Jason readjusted his grip and pulled Haley back with him until she was sitting on his lap. He kept one arm around her waist as he retrieved his beer.
Brad threw him another triumphant grin. For three days, Jason had taunted the man with the two extra tickets. He already knew that he was going. There’d been an unspoken understanding between him and Haley. If she’d tried to leave without him, he would have burned her house down, plain and simple. This was a Yankees/Red Sox game, after all and there was no way in hell that he wasn’t going.
On the third day of taunting, the betraying bastard had his wife call Haley. Fucking tattletale. Since Haley’s friends hated anything to do with sports, she’d invited Brad and another friend of his. Mitch was a good buddy and had an obvious crush on Haley, one that she didn’t seem to return. That was fine with Jason because Mitch wasn’t good enough for his sweet little grasshopper.
“Come on! He was safe! Get your head out of your ass and pay attention!” Haley screamed as she bounced on his lap, desperate for freedom, no doubt to rip the umpire’s head off.
Okay, Jason thought, chuckling, maybe sweet was a bit much. His little grasshopper was a little demon.
“Calm down before you get us kicked out of the stadium,” he said, laughing.
With a huff, Haley crossed her arms over her chest as she leaned back against him. “Cheating bastards,” she muttered.
“Because they’re winning?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
“Yes!”
“Relax and I’ll buy you a foam finger,” Jason said, absently caressing her flat belly with his thumb while she thought it over. Today, she wore a tight pink tank top under an open Yankees jersey and a pair of shorts that gave him, and every guy here, a look at those golden beauties that she called legs.
“I already have a foam finger at home,” Haley pointed out with an adorable pout.
“Then what would my little grasshopper like?” he asked, fighting back the urge to press a kiss against the back of her neck.
She glared over her shoulder at him. “I’m not going to call you Mr. Miyagi, you know.”
“Yes, you will, but that’s not important at the moment. What do you want?” Jason asked as his eyes dropped to her pouty little lips. What the hell? He pulled his gaze away in time to catch Mitch’s dirty look and Brad’s smirk.
Haley stole his beer and took a sip. She returned it to him with a grimace. “That’s warm.”
“Well, it did take me over twenty minutes to drag you back here to prevent you from jumping the wall,” Jason pointed out.
“Whatever, you’re just messing with fate,” Haley said as she moved to stand up. He reluctantly let her go, but he was ready to pounce and drag her back if needed. Judging by the looks the security guards around them were sending them, they were ready as well. Damn, his little grasshopper was making him proud.
“Where are you going?” Jason asked, wanting her to sit back down.
He’d been comfortable, damn it!
Haley rolled her eyes. “I’m not going to start a riot. I have to use the bathroom and I need a cold drink.”
“Oh,” Jason said, sighing heavily as he moved to stand up at the same time Mitch did. Jason shot Mitch a glare, but the man ignored him and jumped to his feet.
“Want some company?” Mitch asked, giving Haley his best smile.
Haley laughed softly. “No, I’ll be fine.”
Mitch reluctantly sat down. The two of them watched her walk away as Brad sat there smugly. They sat there in silence for a few minutes before Jason spoke.
