Page 47 of Spotlight
The way she says it I know she thinks that’s impossible, but that’s only because she doesn’t know Flynn. I wouldn’t put anything past him. I slump down in my seat an inch instinctively and she laughs again.
When Ruby and Greer return, Gigi moves back down to her seat.
I lean over Greer to my sister. “Did you tell Gigi about Flynn?”
“What? No, of course not.”
“She said he was cute and accused me of staring at him.”
“He is cute,andyou have been staring at him.” She stares at me, daring me to argue either point as she takes a bite of her hot dog.
I use my middle finger to scratch the side of my nose.
“So mature.” Ruby laughs and then I can’t help but join in.
Grandpa finally joins us at the bottom of the sixth inning.
“Hi.” I stand and hug him. He’s beaming underneath his familiar Mustangs hat. “I wasn’t sure you were going to make it.”
“Ran into some snags with the plumbing in one of the locker rooms,” he says.
“Eww.” Ruby makes a face but then smiles as she steps up to hug him next.
Greer bounces impatiently waiting her turn. He scoops her up and drops a kiss on the tip of her nose.
“How are they looking?” he asks Greer.
“Great!” she exclaims, pushing both hands into the air and making us all laugh.
Grandpa sits in Greer’s seat next to me with her on his lap.
“Have you been able to see any of the game?” I ask him. There are a lot of TVs up around the stadium, so it’s possible he was able to watch while he was working.
“No, but I heard our new pitcher is having a good day.”
“He is,” I say, feeling a hint of pride for him.
“So good that Olivia can barely look away. You might make a baseball fan out of one of us yet,” Ruby says from the other side of him.
I shoot her a murderous look and then smile at Grandpa. “Flynn is Sabrina’s fiancé’s brother, remember?”
“That’s right.” He nods. “Are Sabrina and his brothers here?”
Greer moves to stand again, and Grandpa crosses his arms over his chest and leans back in his chair.
“I don’t think so. Sabrina didn’t mention it.”
Grandpa nods. “Seems like a good kid. A lot of pressure on him this season.”
“Why’s that?”
He takes his time answering like he’s mulling over his thoughts. “A lot of people think he was brought up too soon, that he isn’t ready for this level of baseball, and his performance against Kansas City proved that.”
My brows knit together in confusion. That seems harsh.
“What do you think?” I ask.
One side of his mouth lifts in that familiar smile of his. “I think our team needs someone who has as much to prove as he does.”
