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She had to say something. “That looks so ... therapeutic.”
“Want a turn?”
“What—No!” God, she’d been standing here staring. She couldn’t even remember why she’d come down to the batting cage. “Sorry. I’ll just ... I’ll ...”
“I’m sorry about Friday.” Michael fed the machine a new token. “Not just for the parking lot.” He tossed a glance over his shoulder. “For being a dick.”
She should turn and walk away. She didn’t want to. “It’s all right.”
He paused to swing. The crack of the bat stole her breath. Another glance. He tapped the bat against the dirt. “Sure you don’t want a turn?”
Emily shook her head quickly. “I’ve never played baseball. I’m not sure the fast-pitch machine is the best place to start.”
He snorted. A laugh? She couldn’t tell. She felt like they’d completely ventured off the map of what felt sure and certain.
Then he said, “So why do you need this job so badly?”
“I want to move to New York City.”
The words were out before she could stop them. But he’d surprised her with his gratitude, followed by this apology. And for some reason, it was easier to have a conversation while his back was turned and his attention was focused elsewhere.
“New York?” Crack. The ball strained at the nets before dropping to the earth.
She swallowed. “Yeah. I have a friend who graduated two years ago who’s an understudy on Broadway. She says she’ll help me get a job.”
“You want to be on Broadway?” The surprise in his voice was almost tangible.
She bristled, ready for the mockery she’d gotten from her father when she’d mentioned this last year. There was a reason she made the appropriate noises about researching colleges but kept her true plans a secret. “Yeah, so?”
He didn’t say anything, the bat poised over his shoulder.
“I mean, it’s not like a guarantee or anything,” she said, folding her arms across her chest. “I’ll probably end up waiting tables and calling my parents to borrow cash after six months.”
A ball flew at him. Crack.
“Nah. I could see it. You kept up with that Wicked song.”
Her jaw almost hit the ground. “You recognized the music?” And was that a ... compliment?
He shrugged. “My dad got our mom tickets for her birthday last spring. We all had to go. Some crap about needing more culture.”
His dad got tickets to Wicked for their mom? She couldn’t remember the last time her father had given a present to her mom—much less included her and Tyler in on it.
“I think living in a city would make me stir-crazy,” said Michael.
She thought of his parents’ landscaping business and wondered if a guy like Michael would actually suffer in a city. “I guess we’re not fated to be together, then.”
She’d meant for it to come out flippant, full of sarcasm, but the words fell flat and honest. He looked over his shoulder. “I guess not.”
The machine buzzed, signaling the last pitch. Michael hit hard, sending the ball into flight before it hit the nets and dropped dead.
She expected him to feed it another token, but he stepped over to the fence and hooked his hand on a link exactly five inches to the left of hers.
Again, he was too close. Her heart kicked. She stared up at him and stopped breathing.
“Want to learn?” he said.
“Learn?” Her voice was squeaking.
