Page 19 of The Way Love Heals

“Perfect. I want to take you somewhere, but you’ll need to change clothes. Workout attire, something you can move around in good.”

Brittish’s brows dipped. “For?”

“You’ll see. Meet me in forty-five minutes at the location I send?”

“Okay.”

Invading her personal space, I slid my fingers underneath her chin and leaned inches away from her face. “Can I kiss you, Brittish?”

“On my cheek. Friends don’t kiss, Nyle.”

“I’m good with that.”

I gently pecked her cheek, content with that. To my surprise, Brittish moved her face, and our lips connected. I savored the fruity taste of her lip gloss, but it was brief because she backed away and wiped it from my bottom lip.

“See you soon, Pretty Lady.”

“See you.”

“Where are we?” Brittish asked as she approached me, looking good in a baby blue workout set. The shorts clung to her thick thighs while the bra held her breasts up. She had on a cut-off, gray T-shirt to cover herself, but it was hard when she was working with all that beautiful body.

“My facility. I need to blow off some steam, and this is the best way for me to do so.”

“You’re not about to have me in here looking crazy, are you?”

“Only you can do that.” I chuckled. “Come on. I’ll give you a tour of the place.”

I led Brittish inside, and she gasped. She left me and went straight to the glove section. Silently, I trailed behind her as she searched through them. When she seemed stumped on two of them, I spoke up.

“Are you searching for anything in particular for AJ?”

“Yes. You know he plays outfield, and I promised him I would get him a new glove specifically for outfield if he made the team.” She turned toward me and held the gloves up. “Which one?”

“Depends. How long do you want it to last?”

“For as long as it can. Baseball is a pricey sport, so I want to get my money’s worth.”

“If that’s the case, get this one. The quality is better, and it’s meant for the outfield only. You see how much longer and deeper it is compared to this one?” I pointed out, and she nodded. “That’s so the ball can get into the glove and stay there. It’s different for outfield compared to infield, so they designed it differently.”

Brittish nodded. “I’ll take this one.”

“I got you. I’ll take it to the front so they can get it worked in for you.”

After taking the glove to one of my employees, I gave Brittish a tour and headed to the small, indoor field in the back. I got the machine set up and helped her put on a glove. She looked confused for a second, but when the machine released a ball into the air, I tracked it down and caught it.

“Oh, so you played outfield too, huh?” She caught on and mimicked my stance.

“I did. Center field.”

The next ball went her way, and I was impressed when she correctly moved her hips and caught it.

With a pleased grin, she tossed the ball in the air and explained, “I may have learned a thing or two from my son.”

“I can tell. That was good.”

For a few minutes, we were quiet, going back and forth between catching the balls. My mind was clearing with each thud against my glove. I missed playing the sport, but teaching it was just as rewarding.

“So, do you want to talk about it?” Brittish questioned.