Page 48 of Spotlight
I glance back out to the field. Flynn stands in the dugout with his profile to me. He takes off his hat and runs his fingers through his hair, then looks in my direction. I freeze, but his stare moves quickly, and then I feel silly for thinking he could pick me out of a crowd at this distance.
Grandpa leaves us as soon as the game is over. The Mustangs won, five to two, and there seems to be a hopeful feeling in the air for fans.
I lose sight of Flynn as people stand around us and start to leave. I have the strangest urge to tell him that he pitched a good game. I’m sure he has lots of people already patting his back and telling him how great he is. And who knows, maybe I’ll see him around again soon.
“Can we get another lemonade?” Greer asks. She looks tired. She rarely naps anymore, but I have a hunch she’s going to fall asleep as soon as we get in the car.
“No, but we can make some cookies later after dinner,” I say.
She gives me an only half-appeased shrug. Gigi is going to sit and wait for Grandpa to be done, so I hug her.
“I’ll see you Monday morning,” I say as she wraps her arms around me, and I breathe in her familiar floral scent.
She hugs Greer next, then Ruby.
I have my back to the field and the seats around us are mostly emptied when a familiar, cocky voice sounds behind me.
“Enjoy the game?”
I jump and let out a squeak as I whip around to see Flynn standing on the other side of the metal fence. A few people are walking around him, giving him curious looks. One girl snaps a photo of him. It’s hard to blame her. He’s even better looking in that uniform up close.
I swallow thickly and ignore the way my pulse has sped up in his presence. “I did.”
His responding smile is all charm and ego.
I glance around. “How did you find me?”
“I put a tracker on you,” he deadpans to which I glare playfully.
Chuckling, he says, “I looked up from the pitcher’s mound and there you were.”
My brows lift. “Just like that?”
He shrugs.
I feel Greer press into my side and Flynn’s gaze slides over to her, then to me, and back. His expression softens as he says, “You must be Greer.”
I drop a reassuring hand to her shoulder and open my mouth to encourage her to say hello, but to my surprise she beats me to it.
“You’re Uncle Archer’s brother,” she says confidently.
Flynn nods. “That’s right. I’m Flynn. Nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
And then he signs to her, something I don’t follow but Greer does.
Her grin widens and she signs back. It’s such a small thing, but my heart squeezes in my chest as I watch my daughter interact with Flynn so easily. Even with Archer and Brogan it took a little time before she warmed up to them.
“Well, if that isn’t the cutest freaking thing,” Ruby mutters quietly. I didn’t even see her step up beside me.
I elbow her, hoping to silence her. It doesn’t work.
“All I’m saying is, if I were writing this, my heroine would be swooning about now.”
“I don’t swoon,” I say.
“Liar.”
When Flynn and Greer are done signing with each other, he glances up and smiles at Ruby.
