“So, if I tell you how bad I want to kiss you hello, does that make it kind of like actually doing it?”
I laugh, then shake my head.
“Yeah, saying it out loud made it even worse. Don’t be surprised if I follow you and sneak a kiss when you go to the restroom or something.”
I feel my face flush as I giggle.
“This is going to be fun, like we’re in high school and sneaking behind our parents’ backs.”
Now I really laugh. “Our parents then, a seven-year-old boy now. Yeah, sounds about the same.”
He winks, and I swear it does things to my chest that should not be okay with me, but it really is. It makes me want to pull him into the restroom and pretend like we’re kids again with no jobs, no worries, and especially no kids.
I take a deep breath, pushing the desire down as we approach the table where everyone is already sitting. They all stand and give me a hug hello.
We talk about the game the Terrors won and a diving catch Evan made in the outfield.
“I’m sorry I missed it,” I turn to say to Evan.
He places his hand over mine, and just the touch of his skin against mine sends tingles down my spine.
“It’s okay. I know you have clients during the day.” He lifts his hand, and I instantly wish he had left it there.
We place our orders, and the boys hop up to go play a game of cornhole while we wait.
I excuse myself to go to the restroom before the food arrives, letting Nolan know where I’m going. The way he blows me off like he couldn’t care less where I am makes me chuckle. He’s got his new friends and a cornhole game, so life couldn’t be better for him right now.
I do my business, wash my hands, and make sure my hair is still semi-decent for being the end of the day, then open the door, only to see Evan leaning against the wall with a small grin on his face.
“Hi there,” I say sheepishly.
“Hi.”
He steps to me, runs both hands through my hair, and pulls me to him, spinning me around to press me up against the wall while kissing me. When he opens his mouth and sweeps his tongue against mine, I instantly melt in his arms.
Before we get carried away, he pulls his lips back from mine, but keeps his body pressed up against me. “Don’t worry. My sister is on lookout duty. I just had to steal a kiss,” he says breathlessly before doing exactly that again.
“I’m glad you did,” I respond once he pulls back.
The gorgeous smile that covers his face from just the words I said hits me in the same spot in my chest once again, and I have to stop to breathe the incredible ache away.
“I play again tomorrow, and then we’re on the road. I’ll be gone for three days, and then I come back and have three more games here. The last game on Friday is a day game so I have the night off. Please tell me you can get that Saturday off, too, so we can spend the day together before my flight leaves.”
I look into his eyes and see nothing but sincerity. “I try not to work weekends anyway because of Nolan.”
“Oh, thank God.” He leans in to kiss me again. “I’m not going to pretend this will be easy. I’m gone a lot,” he deadpans, making me laugh. “I’m serious though when I say I want to see where this goes.”
I nod. “Me too.”
That gets me another kiss, and then he grabs my hand and walks me back out to where everyone is, dropping it once we’re in view of Nolan.
“I feel like you just asked me to go steady with you,” I tease.
“Because I did.” He gives me a cheesy smile.
I look out to where Samantha is watching us approach and see her giving us a little cheer, clapping her hands while she bounces in her seat.
When I get back to the table and sit, I can’t help myself when I ask her, “You were trying to set us up, weren’t you?”
