I think I’ve figured out what I want. Too bad I can’t have it.
Chapter
Thirty-Eight
Callie
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I get home after interviewing the second podcast guest Foster arranged for me—a sports psychologist who is also a bestselling author and well-known on the internet. I have no idea how Foster has a connection to him, but Dr. Vaughn really went into what made him go into sport psychology in the first place. I think any listeners who are struggling to figure out what they want to do with their lives will love it.
I decide to relax on the couch before walking over to Webber Stadium to watch the Colts game and type out a text to Foster.
Hey, thanks again for the hookup. Dr. Vaughn was amazing!
Three dots appear immediately, and I’m guessing he’s in the bullpen about now.
He had a lot of nice things to say about you too. Too many actually.
Isn’t that a good thing?
Not when I think he’s about to ask me for your number.
He’s old enough to be my dad.
Some women are into that.
Well, apparently, I’m into grumpy pitchers with tattoos who make me feel as though it’s okay to be me.
Not this one.
I bite my thumb, waiting for his response.
I wouldn’t have given out your phone number anyway.
Good luck tonight.
We should veer off this line of conversation and get back on the co-parenting track. Last night, I made the lame excuse that I can’t sleep with other people to get out of his bed. He didn’t argue, so I’m guessing he thinks we got a little carried away last night too.
A few minutes go by, so I figure our conversation is over. I should get ready to go to the game. My parents can’t come tonight, so I want to go early to help Leighton with the kids.
I have some time, want to play a game of one for one?
My stomach drops. I figure saying something snappy is better than agreeing since I’m terrified of what he might want to ask me after last night.
Shouldn’t you be warming up that arm of yours?
Just thought it might be easier for us if we do it over text.
Ignoring my question, huh?
I could screenshot your answers and share them.
You’d never do that.
He’s right. I wouldn’t. But I like that he knows that about me.
Mind if I go first?
