“Where did these come from?”
“The pastries? They were delivered with the chairs. Nice bonus, huh?”
“Yeah,” I mumble.
My fingers tremble as I fish my phone out of the pocket of my fit-and-flare dress.
Alex
Did you have something to do with the chairs in the press box being replaced?
When Tenny doesn’t respond right away, I silently chide myself. I can’t expect him to be available to me when he’s got team commitments. Setting the phone face down on the counter, I take a settling gulp of Dr. Pepper.
Only a few grounds crew members are on the field, checking that everything is ready for today’s game. My gaze loses focus over the diamond as I try to sort out my feelings. This has Tenny’s fix-it energy written all over it. Though I’m undoubtedly grateful for the comfortable chair, him going through all this trouble—and expense—just so my back doesn’t ache feels like…
When my phone pings, I lurch for it like a kid who spotted the ice cream truck.
Tenny
I don’t know what you’re talkingabout.
Alex
Tenny…
Tenny
Yes?
Alex
I know it was you.
Tenny
I don’t know how that’s possible. I’m in the dark, just like you.
My fingers fly over the digital keyboard, typing all manner of demands for him to fess up before my thumb deletes them all.
Alex
Thank you.
Tenny
I don’t know what you’re thanking me for. I didn’t do anything.
An exasperated puff leaves my mouth.
Alex
For the capybara.
I wait a beat and then type.
Alex
I named her Carly.
