“Girl …” I draw out. “The end is the worst. It’s good you came out today. It will help.”
“I’m thinking of getting in that bounce house to try and bounce the baby out of me,” she teases.
I laugh as I reach down to grab a few waters from the cooler when I hear a woman say my name.
“Christy?”
I turn around, and my blood turns ice cold as I stand frozen before the woman in front of me.
“You gold-digging bitch,” she yells as she suddenly slaps me very hard across the face.
Tears prick my eyes as I drop the waters I’m holding, place my palm on my face, and turn to run away.
Evan
I’m loading the tee for Nolan to take his next swing when I see a woman slap Christy harder than I’ve ever seen anyone do before. I look down and thank the Lord that Nolan has his back to her, so he didn’t see a thing.
I turn to Zach, a pitcher on my team, who is sitting with his two sons and just saw what I did. “Can you watch him?”
“Yeah, bro. Go.”
I run toward the woman. “Who the hell do you think you are?”
“That’s my wife!” a man’s voice says behind me.
I turn to face him and see it’s Eddie. I know better than to yell at a woman, but there’s nothing stopping me from yelling at a man. I don’t give a shit if he owns the team or not.
“Why the fuck did she just slap my girlfriend?”
He steps up to get in my face. “I should ask you, why are you trying to play dad to my son?”
I don’t back down, and I get in his face even more, even though I’m floored by what he just said. “Obviously because you aren’t man enough to do it yourself.”
So many things race through my mind at what just happened, but first things first. I need to find Christy.
“Never mind. It doesn’t even matter since you walked away.” I turn and chase after Christy, not wanting to give that piece of shit a moment more of my time.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Evan
I race through the dugout, where I watched her head to the back.
“Christy?” I yell out.
I look down every hallway and open every door until I go outside, thinking she might be sitting at my truck.
When I open the door, the security guard points.
“If you’re looking for the girl who just ran out of here, crying, she went that way. I tried to run after her, but I can’t leave this area.”
I tap his shoulder with the back of my hand. “No worries. I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble. Thank you!”
I run toward my truck and find her sitting on the ground, crying.
“Christy!” I call out.
She hears me and stands, trying to walk away from me. “Evan, I didn’t know. I had no clue they’d be here,” she tries to plead her case.
