“Shit, that was fast. Like, hell, what does the radar say?”
I stare at her in disbelief. “Who are you, and what have you done with my best friend?”
She waves at me. “I’m the fiancée of a professional baseball player. Obviously.”
The next pitch comes in, and it’s a ball on the outside. She blows out a breath. You’d think she was the one at the plate.
“Full count. Way to work him up, baby, but if it’s over the plate, hit the shit out of it.” She’s whispering to herself, and I reluctantly find it cute.
I know she wants the best for him, and maybe because I’ve seen Hayes go through a lot of slumps over the years, I don’t think it’s that big of a thing.
The pitch comes in, and I swear Leighton holds her breath, but Hayes swings, connects, and the ball sails through the air.
She jumps up, her beer going with her and spurting out of the top, but she doesn’t even care. “Way to go!”
Hayes hits a double down the line to the left.
Leighton’s hand covers her heart. “Thank goodness. I don’t know if I can handle another night of watching videos of his swing, trying to decipher what’s wrong. I love the man, but…”
I laugh and smile at her.
She points at me. “One day, it’s gonna be you.”
“Yeah, doubtful. Anyway…” I tell her about Foster and how great he was. How amazing the orgasm was when he went down on me and how patient and understanding he was.
“Foster Davis?” She points toward the field although he’s in the bullpen somewhere.
“The one and only.”
“I knew he was a good one, just needed those edges filed down a little.”
“But then he messaged me a little while ago, and he wants to…” I glance around to make sure no one is paying us any attention. “You can’t tell anyone this.”
She zips her lips with her fingers and throws the key away.
I balk. “Okay, you’re hanging around my mom too much.”
“Well, at least Hayes doesn’t catch the key and put it in his pocket.”
“Yet.” I’m a little scared Leighton is going to turn into my mother. I love the woman, but… “Anyway, he wants me to give him sex lessons.”
Her forehead wrinkles. “He needs them?”
“No. I swear it’s a me problem, but he says he has no experience…”
She laughs.
I narrow my eyes. “Taking his time with a woman. Not like he hasn’t slept with enough women.”
“Gotcha. What happened to the whole ‘we’re just co-parents’ thing?”
“I guess we’re co-parents who sleep together?”
She doesn’t smile. Actually, inhales a deep breath before she speaks. “Be careful, Callie.”
My hot dog turns to lead in my stomach with her confirmation that this isn’t the brightest idea.
“It’s different this time. See, I know the score going in. That this is just sex, and once the baby comes, we’re both free to move on and do what we want. I’ll move out, and we’ll be good friends.”
