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“Love you, Mom, be careful.”
“Love you too,” I tell him, ending the call and taking my seat across from Sal.
“Was that Ignatius?” he asks, not looking at me, but focusing on his dinner.
I nod, staring at my pulled pork sandwich.
“What about Saturday?” he asks, while I watch a couple women my age ogle him from a distance. He doesn’t seem to notice and keeps staring at me.
“We need to be home Saturday.”
He takes a bite from his sandwich and nods. “We can do that. What is happening then?”
“He has a baseball game,” I mumble, staring at the way he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“Baseball, huh? What position does he play?” Talking with his mouth full, barbeque sauce lining his mouth making him look almost human.
I bite on my bottom lip, trying not to smile. “He’s a pitcher and really good. A scout from Vanderbilt University came to watch him throw last year.”
He swallows hard. “My dad can play ball,” he murmurs, getting a faraway look in his eyes.
“The priest?” I ask, raising a brow before taking a bite from my food.
“Don’t act so surprised, they even have a tournament,” he chuckles.
“I still can’t picture you living there.”
“You mean in the Vatican?” He shrugs. “I still go to see him every year. Maybe I could take you two?” he asks, his eyes darting from mine to my lips while I suck on my thumb. He shifts in his seat and adjusts his belt watching me like a hawk. Mothers walk by our table tugging their crying children along, looking longingly at him before they head back to their husbands standing near their cars.
“Wow,” slips out, while I take the last bite from my sandwich.
“What?” He smiles, running his thumb along his lower lips.
“Didn’t you see those moms checking you out?”
“You’re a mom,” he teases, sitting back and waggling his brows.
“Stop it, you know what I mean.”
He scratches his stubble, eyeing the women for a second. “Babe, I only want you.”
“Not even an Instagram model with big tits and a thigh gap,” slips from my lips.
“What’s a thigh gap?” he asks, staring at my legs.
“It’s not i-i-mportant,” I stutter, taking a sip from my water. Why am I even having this conversation? After he meets Iggy, he’s going to bounce. A guy like him doesn’t stay; he’d be like a caged animal always looking for a way to leave.
“Why do you question yourself so much?”
“I don’t,” I tell him, pushing off the bench and throwing my stuff in a garbage bin. I’m done with this conversation. I know how I look, but after Iggy, I gained a little weight. No matter how many miles I run, my hips do not get the memo.
He follows me back to the car, and I feel his eyes burning into my back.
“Give me the keys, it’s my time to drive.” Holding out my hand in his direction.
He digs his hands into his pocket and holds the keys above his head while I try to grab them.
“Not before you tell me why you don’t see yourself as I do?”
