Page 83 of Spotlight

Page List

Font Size:

“What I meant by sounds fun is that sounds fun for someone who knows ballet. I would be so bad at it. And that would not be fun.”

“Give me three classes and I’ll change your mind,” Sabrina says as she walks off.

Archer pushes back and stands to go with her. “Nice to see you, Olivia.”

Then he flips me off.

I bark out a laugh and sign to him,Love you too, asshole.

He grins as he follows Sabrina out of the coffee shop. I turn to Olivia, ecstatic to finally have her to myself, even if it’s only for five minutes.

“Thanks for coming,” she says, wrapping both hands around her coffee cup.

“Are you kidding? I was thrilled to come hang. When are you free again?”

“I’m not sure. I work at the club tonight and tomorrow. Maybe Monday night. I’ll have Greer.”

“I love hanging with Greer. Maybe we can take her skating.”

She smiles. “I should get back before her class is done. What time is your barbecue with the team?”

“I think some of the guys are already there.”

“Sounds fun.”

“Eh…”

“No?”

“They’re not my biggest fans.”

“How come?” The surprised look on her face, like how dare anyone dislike me, is cute.

“They’ve had a lot of guys come and go. Every team deals with it, but I think they’ve felt it more than most.”

“Yeah. That makes sense. Loyalty is big here, even for the fans.”

“I just want to play great baseball.”

She laughs softly.

We get up and toss our trash then head outside. We’ve had a stint of warm days this week, but the sun has set, giving the night air a chill.

“Thanks for the coffee.” She starts to leave me, but I reach out and take her hand.

She grins as she turns to face me. I grab her other hand and swing them between us.

“If Greer sees you, she’s going to be mad at me for hanging out with you without her.”

That makes my grin inch higher.

“Fine,” I say with a sigh. I step to her and drop a kiss to her lips then step back with the intent to let her go.

But I can’t. I drop one hand and pull out my phone.

“I’m going to be late,” she says, smiling and inching backward.

I hold my phone up in front of my face.