Page 22 of The Cannon
Walking toward the elevator to the Swift suite it strikes me this is my first trip to the ballpark since game four of the series last year. The family joke was that my presence lost the series for the Mavericks. The baseball god was so shocked to see me he looked away for a moment.
My cell rings.
“Hello, Sawyer.”
“I’m sneaking a minute to talk to you. Are you here?”
“I’m getting in the elevator now.”
“Okay, good. I’m a little nervous for some reason. Think I want to impress the girl I like.”
My stomach does a flip. I feel fourteen.
“Just want to confirm tonight,” he adds. “It’s our first official date. Oh! Got to go. We’ll talk after the game.”
He disconnects as I enter the elevator.
All the way up I’m trying to guess where he’ll take me. I need to find out how to dress. If it’s a dinner at that restaurant he told me about, I’m going to wear my new black heels with the sexy cut outs.
The door opens to game day Swift style. Spreads of delicious food, a well-stacked bar, binoculars for everyone.
“Bristol!”
Mallory’s voice rises above the room’s conversations. I’m greeted by family and notice the few guests invited to experience the suite.
“Come sit here,” January says moving her purse off the seat next to her.
“Want something to drink?” my father calls from the bar.
“Not yet, Dad.”
I snake through the small groups of people and take my seat in front of the wide window. My sister in laws on either side.
“Just In time. You look cute,” Charlotte says munching on the plateful of goodies on her lap.
I give her a lift of an eyebrow.
“What? Are you two a thing?”
“Tell us everything!” January says sitting uncomfortably in her pregnancy.
“First of all you’re jumping the gun. We are not a “thing”. What we are is friends. We actually really like each other.”
I get two stares accompanied by blank expressions. They’re waiting for more.
“And…”
“And we’re going out tonight.”
The words are simple, my delivery straightforward. But they read what’s behind my eyes and what’s not hidden in my smile.
January starts laughing.
“Stop it! Just friends! You’re going to make me pee!”
Charlotte takes my hand in hers. “Where are you going?”
“It’s a surprise. We decided to let each other plan a night out that we consider our idea of fun.”
