Page 31 of Undeniably Perfect

“Run!” Di and Lanie say. I take off running where Kent is standing, motioning me to him. I literally run into his arms and he picks me up and twirls me around.

“Great job, kitten! You just hit a single!” he says excitedly before putting me down.

I grin. I have no idea what a single is, but OK.

He leans down as though he has heard me and whispers, “A single means you made it to first base.”

I snort out a laugh because the only “first base” that I know is not about baseball. He sees my face and immediately starts chuckling. “I see you are familiar with the other interpretation of the bases.”

And there goes the color in my face again. I internally note if I’m gonna hang out with this guy, I may need to invest in some heavy foundation makeup.

Kent

I can’t get over Tabitha’s baseball skills. Her natural abilities are amazing. Her second time up, she almost gets a double. She gets out, but that’s only because she was jumping up and down instead of running. I need to warn her that she shouldn’t jump up and down in front of me because my eyes were transfixed to her breasts bouncing and that is not OK. Also, she was fucking adorable in her excitement. I smile with pride. She’s a fast study and naturally athletic.

“Tabitha, let’s get you out in left field,” I say to her after everyone on her team has had a chance to hit. We don’t really play a formal game unless we have more people, but we can play with just the seven of us and we can be damn competitive about it. The Moores hate losing.

She gives me a look that says she is not excited about being out in left field.

“What’s wrong?”

“I think I’m more of a pitcher than a catcher,” she says.

My inner thirteen-year-old can’t help laughing, and she gets it right away.

“Oh, fuck off, Moore. That’s not what I meant.”

“I think you look like the perfect catcher to me,” I say with a wink.

She blushes yet again, and I have to lock down the urge to pick her up and kiss the fuck out of her.

I show her how to catch and throw her a few practice balls. Again, she’s a natural.

“Why didn’t you play sports? You’re really good,” I ask.

She shrugs. “Honestly, when I was little, we didn’t have a lot of money. My poppop is old-fashioned and the little money they had went to my brother playing soccer, which he did get a scholarship for, so I suppose it panned out. Also, I might be a little stubborn, and after I was told no on being on a club team with a friend, I decided never to play or go to sporting events out of spite. So, yeah.”

I chuckle at her answer. “So, the fact that you know nothing about sports is really your own fault.”

She gives me a guilty look. “I suppose it is. Guilty.”

I shake my head and walk off to center field. I let Kylie pitch because I want to rest my arm tonight.

Di bunts and it heads toward Tabitha. She catches it, and I yell for her to throw it to Kylie. She does. Kylie has to run to catch it, but it’s not bad. We’ll need to work on her throwing skills another day.

C-Dog is up next, and he gets under Kylie’s pitch and the ball flies toward Tabitha.

“Keep your eye on it; you got this,” I yell to her.

She does, and the ball goes into her mitt and then her mitt hits her face.

“Fuck!” she yells as she leans over and puts a hand to her face.

I run over to her. “You OK?”

She shakes her head, and I kneel down to look at her face. She lifts it up and there is blood pouring out of her nose.

“Player down,” I yell, which is Moore speak for someone got injured.

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