Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Dom stops next to me and gestures to the stands. “Don’t you think you should go over there?”
I look at Cat talking to the man beside her, and my hands form into fists. I’ve never wanted to punch a man that I don’t know more than I do now. “Why? It looks like she’s already moved on.”
Dom just nods his head. “So there was something going on with you two.”
I shrug and can’t keep the anger out of my voice. “Ask her. She’ll tell you it was just a fling.”
Dom just shakes his head. “Well, well, well. It finally happened. The mighty Holden Gray has fallen in love.”
I don’t even bother trying to deny it. “Yeah, and she wants nothing to do with me.”
“Hmmm,” Dom says. “That’s funny, because Chrissy was telling me that Cat was watching your game on her phone through her son’s game. That doesn’t sound like a woman that has moved on.”
I look at Cat, and she’s getting up from the bleachers, walking to the field with the other parents, and that same guy is glued to her side. Who the fuck is he, anyway? When he offers his arm to help her descend the stairs, my heart starts to race. I should be the one helping her, not this bozo.
“Holden, are you listening to me? Look, it’s obvious to all of us that you love the girl and we all decided that she and Cole fit perfectly in with our family and we’re not letting you fuck this up.”
I grip the fence in front of me, and my knuckles turn white. “Fuck, Dom, I don’t know what you want me to do. She wanted a fling—”
He grips my shoulder. “Make her want more.”
I let his words sink in, and I’m trying to figure out what’s going on. The boys are all on the field, and the men are all joining them. There are a couple of moms, Cat included, that walk out there, gloves in hand. What the fuck is going on?
“About time you showed up. You going to save Cat?”
I’m so focused on what Cat is doing that I didn’t even see Chrissy walking toward us. “Save her from what?”
“Well, first of all, whoever the guy sitting next to her is. He’s not taking a hint, and King had to tell him hands off at one point. Secondly, I guess it’s tradition to play a father/son game after the last season game.”
I don’t even think about it. I grip the fence and jump over it. As I walk in from the outfield, I’m heading straight for Cat. That guy is still standing next to her, and it takes everything in me not to tackle him. I stop next to Cat, between her and the guy.
She doesn’t seem surprised to see me. “Hey, I’m sorry about the game.”
I shrug. “It’s okay. We’ll get them tomorrow.” I point to where the boys are standing with their coach. “You care if I do the honors?”
“Your shoulder—” she starts.
I shake my head. “My shoulder is fine.”
She shrugs. “Cole would love that. Do you have a glove with you?”
I point at the pink glove she’s holding. “Can I borrow yours?”
She holds up the glove with a smirk. “You’re going to use a pink glove?”
I shrug again. “If it means I get to play with Cole, I will.”
Her smile is instant, and she nods. “Yeah, he would love that. He’s already missing you.”
I lean my head down and search her eyes. “What about you? Have you missed me?”
She doesn’t think about it, she doesn’t blink, nothing. “Yes, I’ve missed you too.”
It’s like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. “All right, I’ll be back.” I turn to look at the man standing next to me. “You ready to play?”
He looks at Cat, but she doesn’t even notice because she’s looking at me with her heart in her eyes. I can’t resist her, so I lean down and kiss her on the forehead before walking up to where Cole is, bringing the other man with me. “Find your son,” I say before leaving him.
Cole’s eyes are huge as he looks up at me. “Holden, what? Your game?”
I put my arm around his shoulders, and he leans into me. “We lost, but we’ll get another chance tomorrow. I hope you and your mom will come to it. I think you two are my lucky charms.”
He nods his head. “Yeah, yeah, that would be awesome.”
I gesture to the field. “So I borrowed your mom’s glove. Is it okay if I play?”
His mouth drops. “You want to play with us?”
I chuckle. “Yeah, is that okay?”
All of a sudden, all Cole’s teammates are begging to be on his team. The coach has to divvy up the teams, and it doesn’t go unnoticed that he puts himself and his son on our team.