Page 66 of The Player I Can’t Pick

We get to the media room, and I stand in the back with my dad and some of the other players. Guy kisses me and takes his seat in the front of the room next to the team manager.

There are cameras everywhere, but they are all focused on Guy. For the first few minutes, all the questions are about baseball and his injury and when he will be returning. He answers all of them with ease, telling them he’s doing well and was released to play this morning so he’ll be in the lineup Friday night.

Then someone asks the question I knew was coming. “Guy, there’s been a lot of speculation about the woman you’ve been seen with lately. Do you have any comment on that?”

Guy leans toward the microphone, and his smile is big. “Yeah. Her name is Nicole Foxx, and she’s my girlfriend.”

Every reporter in the room starts talking at once.

My face goes hot, and my dad puts an arm around me for support. He knows I hate to be the center of attention.

Guy holds up his hand. “And before anyone asks, yes, Grant knows I’m dating his daughter.”

Dad mutters beside me, “Unfortunately.”

I laugh, and then someone shouts out, “Is it serious?”

Guy doesn’t even hesitate. “Yes.”

When someone asks “How serious?” Guy just smiles and says, “Next question.”

Everyone laughs.

I cover my mouth, but there’s no hiding my smile. As soon as the press conference is over, Guy comes straight to me. A few people point their cameras at us, but I don’t care. “You okay?” he asks me.

I nod. “I’m good.” I put my arms around his neck. “Can we get out of here now?”

He kisses me briefly. We say goodbye to my dad and walk hand in hand out the door.

Hours later, we’re at his house in Whiskey Run.

We’re on the couch, and Guy is lying beside me. He runs his hand across my thigh. “You should move in.”

I look from the television toward him. I pick up the remote and silence the TV. “What did you just say?”

“I want you to move in.”

My heart starts to race. “Wait. Are you asking me to move in with you?”

He shrugs and takes a deep breath. “No.”

I sit up and shake my head. “I’m confused. You don’t want me to move in with you?”

He lifts my legs off his lap and then moves to the floor next to me. “I don’t want you to move in with me.”

My eyebrows lift. “Okay…”

He takes a breath and almost looks nervous. “I want you to be my wife.”

Everything inside me goes still. “What?”

“I want you to marry me.”

My mouth drops open, and I just stare at him.

He cups my face. “I know what you’re thinking.”

I tilt my head. “What am I thinking?”