TWENTY-TWO
DÉJÀ VU
ISABELLA
Turnsout I was right to be concerned about having to see him at work. This is the third game I’ve worked since everything changed between us and I find it hard to believe that no one seems to be picking up on it.
Ryan tends to linger around the crew—and, more specifically, me—longer than before. I can’t tear my eyes off him whenever he’s within sight. When I’m with the crew watching the game from the studio, I only ever focus on him. I don’t know who is up at bat, don’t know the score. All I see is him.
It’s dangerous, this thing between us.
But I also wouldn’t trade it for anything.
After the last two games, I’ve gone over to Ryan’s place and spent the night. Soaking up every opportunity to spend time with him before they leave for their next away stretch tomorrow. Which reminds me, I need to see if that’s still the plan for tonight.
I sneak a peek at the crew and they’re still busy packing up all their equipment. Slipping my phone from my pocket, I open myconversation with Ryan, intending to send him a text when I see there’s already one waiting for me from him.
Ryan
Got any plans tonight?
I try to bite back my smile as I decide how I want to respond.
Isabella
I mean I was going to see if I could find a baseball player to go home with, but I guess I could change my plans
His reply is quick.
Ryan
I’m sure I could find a way to make both of our plans work
It’s date night
Isabella
Ryan…
You know we can’t go out
Ryan
I know
I have something else in mind
Come over to mine? 7pm?
Isabella
Fine
Should I bring an overnight bag?
Ryan
You’d better
