Page 23 of Spring Break with a Bass Player
“And if it doesn’t?”
“I’ll just be happy he got to be with his family, and maybe I won’t be so scared the next time someone comes around.”
“You make it sound easy.”
I snort, the sound self-deprecating instead of humorous. “It’s the furthest thing from easy. I’ve forgotten all of it…how to date, how to flirt. Hell, I’ve forgotten how to just beme—the real me, not the bitchy, jaded one.”
This gets me a smile. “I wouldn’t go so far as to say you’re bitchy. I mean, I think you smiled like three times at the party.”
“A record,” I confirm as she reaches for the box of donuts and selects one with pink frosting and sprinkles.
“I’ll let my parents know you’ll be calling and that you’remostlynot crazy for going after my brother.”
“Thanks.”
“Uh-huh, now tell me, what else do you think you know about my brother?”
“Well, I have some ideas…”
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BRIDGER
Knock, knock.
I look up from my phone at the door and then at my sister sitting on the couch and roll my eyes.
“You could get that, you know.”
“I could,” she confirms, “but it’s not for me.”
“Then who—” I don’t have time to work through the possibilities before my hand is turning the knob and pulling open the door.
My breath catches as my eyes lock on Saige, her lips painted a shade of red that has my mind wandering to what she’d look like on her knees, her mouth wrapped around my cock.
“You should change,” she says, amusement dancing in her gaze. I start to respond and then stop myself as I take in the baseball jersey she’s wearing with leggings and white sneakers.
“For what?”
“I got tickets to the game and thought you’d like to see your team play right here in the Lowcountry.” She says it nonchalantly, but her expression is hopeful instead of full of her usual confidence.
My team is the Illinois Blues, a baseball team I started following in college that I’d mentioned offhandedly to Saige.
“Do you even like baseball?”
She plucks at the jersey she’s wearing andGod,just thinking about peeling it off her has me half hard. None of this is helpful considering I promised myself I wouldn’t give in so easily, but here I am, folding like a lawn chair in a light breeze.
“If you’re asking if I had this already in my closet, the answer isno,I don’t normally frequent the stadium enough for apparel.”
“So what? You were feeling festive?”
“Something like that.”
“And the tickets?”
“I know people who have season tickets on the third base line, right behind the visitors’ dugout.”
My eyes widen. “You’re kidding.”
