She drops the bat. “I HIT IT!” she cheers.
I let out a full body shaking laugh at her excitement. “I saw.”
“I did it! I fucking hit it!” She’s so carefree and happy. And all she did was clip it for a foul ball. But for her it was a majoraccomplishment like she climbed Mount Everest. “I can’t believe I did that.” She throws her head back on a laugh.
And I know this is it.
This is that moment everyone talks about.
When someone asks me years from now when I knew I was in love with Isa, I’ll tell them it was this moment right here.
Her caramel-streaked chocolate hair flares out around her from under the batting helmet. The fluorescent lights hit her in a way that make her absolutely glow, turning her into a real-life angel. And that’s clearly saying something becauseno onelooks good under fluorescents. The excitement in her gold flecked eyes at hitting the ball.
She’s bright like the sun.
And so totally, completely beautiful.
This is the moment I willingly jumped from a plane without a parachute and fell headfirst in love with Isabella Rossi.
Fuck, I love her.
And there’s no way in hell I can ever tell her.
“Let’s go again!” she shouts as she picks up the bat and gets back into position.
“Alright, Jeter, let’s go again,” I joke as I grab another ball from the bucket.
EIGHTEEN
PANTSUIT REBELLION
ISABELLA
Okay,so baseball isn’t my sport.
Not that I thought it would be.
Sports and I don’t mix.
I think I got maybe like five solid hits on a ball after I don’t even know how many pitches. And only two of them actually went back toward Ryan.
But I had fun.
God, I had so much fun.
He would taunt me, I would heckle him right back. But we laughedso much.
I don’t think I’ve had that much fun on a date in a long time. Maybe even ever.
We just finished gathering the pile of balls from behind the plate, and I’m watching as he puts everything back in their respective places.
“This was a lot of fun,” I admit.
He looks over at me as he comes out of the supply closet. “I’m glad you had a good time. I was hoping you would. But you realize we’re not done yet, right?”
“There’s more?”
“Of course there’s more,” he says, stepping up to my side and grasping my hand. A move I’m realizing he’s going to keep using all day while he has the freedom and permission to do so. He pulls me with him, back in the direction of the locker room. “You didn’t expect me to have you exert yourself like that and not feed you, did you?”
