The grin on his face is contagious. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”
Nolan is in his first year of coach pitch; although it’s a step up from T-ball, it’s still a long way from real baseball, but you wouldn’t know it, watching how into the game Evan is. When Nolan is up to bat, Evan sits on the end of his seat, and when Nolan gets a hit, Evan jumps to his feet, cheering him on.
“Go, Nolan!” he yells out, making me laugh.
Nolan jumps up and down with his hands in the air while standing on the base in his own celebration.
Evan turns to me. “We need to come up with his double celly. He’ll be there soon.”
“His double celly?”
Evan smirks at me. “The celebration he’ll do on base when he gets a double.”
“Oh jeez.” I shake my head, laughing more.
Evan winks and goes back to watching the game.
When it’s over, Nolan runs into his arms. “Did you see my hit?”
Evan gives him the biggest hug. “I did! Great job, little man.” He looks at me, then at Nolan, and back at me. “I don’t know about you, but I think a hit like that deserves some ice cream!”
“Can we?” Nolan begs.
“Sorry, should I have asked you first?” Evan whispers to me.
I shake my head with a grin. “Just don’t make a habit of it.” I point to the car. “To ice cream we go!”
Nolan hops out of Evan’s arms and runs to the car. Evan holds my hand as we walk to the car. Even though I feel people watching us, I don’t care.
For the first time since I had Nolan, I finally feel like I’m living for the both of us.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Christy
We dropped Nolan off at my sister’s house on the way home from ice cream so we could get ready for the concert. When I exit my room, wearing my pink Ariat cowboy boots, a short and flirty skirt, and a cute tank top to go with it, Evan’s eyes light up.
“I will not make it through the concert with you looking like that,” he says, coming up and pulling me into him.
I kiss him softly. “Just imagine how much fun we’ll have with Nolan gone for the night when we get home.”
He grabs my ass, making me lift my leg up to him. “I take that as a challenge to make you scream tonight—you know that, right?”
Chills cover my entire body at the thought, and when he kisses my neck, pressing himself into me, I’m just about to cave in and take him to my room when he drops my leg abruptly and walks away.
“Ugh,” I whine.
“Now you know how I feel with you looking like that. If you’re going to torture me, it’s only fair I torture you.”
He winks, and I let out a loud laugh.
“Ready?” He smirks.
I grab my purse as we head out the door. “Fine. Yes.” I pout.
He opens his truck door for me, and I yelp when I realize it was only for him to grab my ass as I climbed in. The expression he gives me when I eye him makes me laugh, no matter how I try to mean-mug him.
We drive to the stadium. When he turns away from the entrance, I look at him in question.
