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“Hmm, I like the sound of that.”
Brittany glances over my shoulder and her eyes light up. “Cotton candy!”
“What?” I ask, caught off guard by the sudden change of subject.
Standing up, Brittany waves down a vendor loaded down with bags of sugar on a stick. When the young girl reaches our row, Brittany says, “Two bags, please.”
“Why two bags?” I ask, pulling out my wallet. No way am I letting her pay for a thing today. Brittany swats at my hand, but I’m taller and my arms are longer. I hand the girl a twenty-dollar bill and she gives me change, along with two bags of cotton candy.
“Because,” Brittany says, grabbing the pink one from my hand, leaving me with the blue. “I don’t share well and you’ll undoubtedly want a bite of mine. This eliminates that problem.”
Chuckling, I open up my bag and pull off a chunk. “Well, aren’t you a smart cookie?” I say, popping the bite in my mouth.
“I am a doctor, you know.” She gives me a smug smile then tosses a bite into her mouth.
My jaw nearly hits the floor. She’s a fucking doctor? What in the hell would a doctor see in me? I’m not at all ashamed of what I do for a living, and I’m certainly not living paycheck to paycheck, but still… “You’re a doctor? How did I not know this?”
Wrapping her lips around her thumb, Brittany sucks the sticky flesh into her mouth. My eyes follow the movement, and my blood starts pumping to places that have no need for it at the moment. Now if we weren’t in the middle of a crowded stadium…
I shift in my seat as Brittany slowly drags her thumb out of her mouth. “Did you like that?” she asks, sounding coy. The little minx.
“Hell yes, I like it. Now answer my question.”
“I forgot what it was.” Her eyes drift to my mouth and I bend my head to capture her gaze.
“I didn’t know you were a doctor.”
She smiles. “You never asked. Plus, this is only our first date so there are lots of things about me you don’t know.”
“Tell me something.”
“Okay,” she says, pushing up from her seat. Looking around, I notice everyone around us is also standing, so I follow suit. “I get a little crazy at Cardinals games.”
“Like how crazy?” I ask.
Brittany turns her attention to the field, where the players are starting to take their positions, and starts clapping along with everyone else. “Crazy enough that I feel like I should apologize now for my behavior.” She winks, not taking her eyes off the field.
“Come on, you can’t be that bad.”
Holy shit, she can be that bad.
It’s the bottom of the fourth inning and the crowd roars, heckling the umpire. Brittany jumps from her chair and pushes her face against the screen that’s separating our seats from the field. “You’ve gotta be freakin’ kidding me!” she yells. “That’s the worst call I’ve seen all year. Did you even see that ball—?”
Spinning around, the umpire glares at Brittany, and I slap a hand over her mouth. She continues to scream, but at least this way it’s muffled and won’t get us kicked out of the ballpark.
I hope.
I press my lips to her ears. “Shh. You’ve got to calm down,” I say, fighting back laughter. Turns out Brittany is a little spitfire, and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a huge turn-on.
Wiggling from my hold, she opens her mouth, no doubt to tell me where to shove my words, but she doesn’t get a chance. I slam my mouth against hers and push my tongue inside for a searing kiss. Then, just as fast, I pull away.
Brittany stumbles backward, looking a bit stunned.
“Am I forgiven?” I ask, stifling a smile when someone behind us hollers for us to get a room. Brittany nods and lowers herself into her seat. “Good, because I’d hate to—”
“Strike three!” the umpire yells, signaling an out for Brittany’s boy, Yadi.
Oh shit.
