And somehow, everything about him looked even better now.Back then, he’d been two-thirds this size, all wiry speed.Now he was built like a protein shake commercial.Meanwhile, I’d collected a few years of stress-snacking insulation.Unfair how he looked like an action figure while I look like someone who ate cheese in bed.
“Are you checking me out?”he asked, lips twitching like he was choking back a laugh.
It took me a few beats to process the words, mostly because I was busy trying not to notice exactly how shapely he’d become.I snapped my eyes up.“First rule of exes?We donotcheck each other out in the way your tone implied.”
“I checked you out.”His eyes flickered down my body.It wasn’t lewd like I’d gotten from many smarmy guys over the years.It was a caress filled with appreciation.That one look lit up every nerve ending and made my stomach clench.
It made no sense for me to feel this, not after everything I’d done to survive forgetting him.Damn it, I’d moved on.
With that one look I realized even if I had, I wasn’t immune to Josh.This man was big trouble for me.He had the power to obliterate me all over again.
I wouldn’t let him.I’d destroy him first.
I notched up my chin.“I’m well aware that my ass is the most fantastic it’s ever been.There’s plenty to hold onto back there and up front too, in case you missed it.It’s off limits to you.”
He choked out a laugh-cough.
I pointed at his pants.“That level of pants tightness is indecent for an eight-year-old baseball coach.Are they the ones you borrowed ten years ago when you got locked out of the gym?”I bit back a chuckle when his cheeks flushed.“I’d understand those pants if you’re making a play for a single mom who’s watching.”I whipped around to scan the parents who couldn’t overhear us but cast me various levels of stink eye.“Which one is it?Maybe the one with the fake fur hat?She’s got it bad for you.”
He glanced down at his pants.“They’re supposed to be tight.They’re baseball pants.”
I accidentally crotch-scanned him when I turned his way, which revealed he wasn’t wearing a cup and sported a bit more interest in my attention than I’m sure he wanted me to realize.Or maybe he was thinking about a hot night with his baseball mom squeeze.
Fire flared in his hazel eyes.He smirked.“Do you like what you see?”
Yeah.I cleared the fog from my throat.After a deep breath, I schooled my face into what I hoped was disdain.“There are tight pants and then there’s the type that’ll split when you slide.I hope you don’t have diarrhea stains on your tightie whities.”That was a phrase my dad used to say, I realized with sadness.
A laugh shot out of him.“Diarrhea stains?What the fuck, Erika?”
“Did you just say the f-word, coach?”a skinny boy with red hair poking out of his baseball cap asked as he jogged by.
“I believe he did.”I put my hand on a hip and cocked my head to grant him a reproachful glare.“Way to be a star potty-mouth,Coach.Don’t punish them by making them run.I didn’t know Vinny had baseball today until less than an hour before practice.The parents are blaming me for them running laps.”I shivered when a gust of wind hit me.
He lowered his voice, “I’m trying to keep things normal for Vinny.If kids are late, we do laps.That way he doesn’t feel like I’m making exceptions for him.He’s not the kind of kid that wants to stand out.”Louder, he yelled.“That’s enough laps, guys.Come on in!”
Now I felt like a jerk.But anI’m-sorrywouldn’t come out.“I can’t believe you’re holding practice in this miserable weather without wearing a jacket.Are you even human?”I scanned his pants again.Shit,I think my body heated up twelve degrees.I shouldnothaveass-essed the indecent snugness again.The man was built.
I hated everything about him.
“You did it again,” he accused.
I forced a head shake.“Just warning you not to demo a slide unless you’re one hundred percent sure that when the seam splits, you’re decent back there.”
He covered his face, laughing.“Now I’ve got that stupid diarrhea song in my head.”
“What diarrhea song?”Vinny asked as he ran to his position at short stop.
“What diarrhea song?”Two other kids chimed in.
“I know it,” the widest kid on the team yelled from first base.In a sing-song voice he said,“When you’re sliding into first and your pants begin to burst, diarrhea.Diarrhea.When you’re sliding into two and your pants are filled with goo, diarrhea.Diarrhea.”
“This is your fault,” Josh called to my back as I walked away.“Stay with the other parents behind the fence.Don’t come on my field.”
“I’ll come on the field any time I think the coach is behaving like a blockhead,” I tossed over my shoulder.
The diarrhea song picked up volume as more chimed in.
“Enough!”Josh yelled.“You want sliding?Let’s do some sliding.”
