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“Almost seven months.”
“That doesn’t seem possible,” Karen said, then shifted her gaze toward Jeremy. “But I still can’t believe I have a teenager.”
Hannah’s phone beeped and she pulled it out of her pocket and sent a text message. She opened her mouth to say something and it happened two more times.
“Sorry about that. We have a ball girl emergency.” She chuckled. “As silly as that sounds.”
“How many departments do you run?” Karen asked, then added, “And aren’t you still only working part-time?”
“Yes, I’m still part-time and I’m also still just in PR. But the head of HR asked me to help coordinate tryouts because she’s off for her daughter’s destination wedding.”
“You have to try out to be a ball girl?” I asked.
“Try out and interview.” She nodded. “Just like any other paid position.”
“I didn’t realize it was a paid position. I thought it was an honorary thing, like being a bat boy or girl.”
“No, it’s a regular position. We have two who work through the season, but one just told us she needs a month off for a surgery. So we need someone to fill in temporarily whenever the other woman can’t make it.”
“That’d be a great job for you,” Karen said to me.
Hannah’s eyes widened.
“Seriously?”
Karen nodded. “She played softball through college. She’s awesome.”
Hannah looked back at me.
“I’m not really looking for a job. I’ll be busy setting up the bakery.”
“This is very part-time,” she said.
“What does it entail?”
“You stand at either of the foul lines and retrieve out-of-play balls.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it,” Hannah said. “And not to pressure you or anything, but you’d really be helping me out if you were interested. It would save me hours of tryouts and interviews.”
“It’s just for a month?”
She nodded. “And they’re on the road for one of the weeks, so it’s really only a few days.”
“Okay, I’ll do it.”
Chapter 2
Phil
I stalked back to the dugout, trying to calm my temper. The ump just called two strikes so low I’d have to be on my knees to hit them. I’m 6’7” so balls barely off the ground are definitely out of my zone. Besides, we’re playing baseball here, not golf.
Shoving my bat into its cubby, I grabbed a water and chugged it down in one long gulp, then crushed the bottle and tossed it into the garbage can. My initial burst of anger had subsided into a simmering aggravation.
“Tough call,” Leo Marakis said as he settled onto the bench next to me.
“Yeah.” I dragged my fingers through my hair and set my cap back on my head. “It’s frustrating, especially after the issues I’ve been having. I finally got that straightened out, but I can’t do anything if the ump makes shit calls and takes the bat out of my hands.”
