her house, she came to his. Sometimes to cry, sometimes to talk.
Never to touch. Touching was clearly forbidden.
Jayson knew why she’d really come to the stadium. She couldn’t help herself and it made him feel he wasn’t alone in his suffering.
Gravity. It was a hell of thing.
“I didn’t think about it... I just figured I would let you know,” she said softly as if realizing there was no legitimate reason to tell him about her decision to return to work. “I’ll call Greg.”
Again Jayson felt this heavy throb of pain. He couldn’t let her do this, but he wasn’t going to be able to stop her, either.
“Hey, can I tag along with you on your first few outings? I’ll make sure you’re doing the necessary things like eating and sleeping and at the same time I can keep myself busy. You know I hate this period.”
She smiled. “Some people look forward to a little downtime in the off-season.”
“I’m not one of them.”
She paused for a second, as if considering her options, but then she nodded. “It might be good to have company. I get a little crazy in my head when I’m by myself. Probably the only reason I haven’t kicked out Mom and Bob. Bob! Can you believe it? Him staying in Duff’s house of all places.”
“He’s not a bad guy,” Jayson told her. “Did you know he was with your mom before she met Duff? He was actually a navy SEAL. He was being sent off to some hotspot for an undisclosed duration. He didn’t want your mom to wait so he decided to break up with her before he left.”
Scout just stared at him. “Who told you that?”
She probably wasn’t going to like this either, but it was time Jayson stopped hiding that he disagreed with Scout’s decision to shun her mother. Family was family and she needed all of hers. That Alice had managed to get her foot in the door at Scout’s house and keep it there meant maybe Scout somehow was aware of it, too.
“I was talking to him after the funeral. Your mom, too, for that matter. You two are a lot alike.”
“We are not! She’s a cheater and I can’t believe you would take their side.”
“There are no sides here, Scout.”
“Yes, there are. Theirs and mine. You get that better than anyone and now you are choosing their side. Great, just great!”
He could see the tears in her eyes and the hysteria building. In two steps he was in front of her, his hands around her upper arms, shaking her a little and forcing her to look at him.
“Scout, I’m here for you. For you. And I’m not going anywhere. Got it?”
She looked right into his eyes in a way that always made his insides tighten. As if she was seeing straight through him.
“Until you leave me again. Yeah,” she said pulling away from him. “I got it.”
There it was. The final second of their time-out just ticked on the clock.
The past was back.
Which meant so was the pain.
Five years ago...
SCOUT WAS STILL trying to process the fact that Jayson LeBec’s tongue was in her mouth. Man, he tasted good. Like sparkling water that bubbled as she drank it and made her whole body want to squirm.
The wedding of the owner of the Minotaurs, Jocelyn Taft, and the town’s head sports writer—only sports writer, really—Pete Wright, was still going strong, but Scout and Jayson had decided there were other things they would rather be doing.
This night had been perfect, Scout thought. Executed one hundred percent according to plan. She’d had a crush on Jayson since the day he showed up in Minotaur Falls after her father asked him to come join the team.
Maybe before that...when she saw him as a player run smack-dab into a brick wall just to catch a fly ball. That act had captured Duff’s attention certainly. He believed that someone who loved baseball so much, even if his playing career was over, should still be part of the game.
Scout was tasked with teaching Jayson everything she knew, starting with assessing the talent. The two began doing some scouting for the Rebels, and Scout knew from the moment they’d shared a three-hour car ride talking easily the whole way that Jayson was going to be someone special.
Scout had never been able to talk to boys when she was a young girl. She couldn’t really talk to men now that she was a woman.
But Jayson was different.
Which was why this wedding had been the perfect opportunity to ask him out without really asking him out. If he didn’t like her, she could say she had asked him as a friend. If he did like her...
Well, then the world would be a perfect place.
In traditional Scout fashion she hadn’t been subtle about her interest. The nerves of being with him while he was looking so handsome, when she’d done everything she could to look as good as she could, finally caught up with her.
“So what’s the deal? Do you like me or not?”
Incredibly, the answer had been yes. Incredibly, if she hadn’t asked him to the wedding, then apparently he would have asked her. Incredibly, he’d been liking her the whole time she’d been liking him.
That never happened to her!
Except it had with Jayson and now they were back in his hotel room. They had each gotten rooms at the hotel next to the venue so that they could drink and enjoy the night without worrying about driving home. Now it looked as if they were only going to need one room.
A thought that immediately took Scout out of her body and put her back firmly in her head.
“Hold on,” she huffed. Things were spiraling out of her control so fast she actually felt dizzy.
Jayson took a step back and smiled. “I know, right? This is crazy. I’ve never felt this...needy. Wait, that was wrong. I don’t want you to think... I mean we don’t have to do this, Scout. We’ve got all the time in the world.”
“No! I want to do this. I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time. With you.”
Jayson stepped toward her again, and Scout was both excited and scared. So scared she took a step back.
Jayson tilted his head in that way he did, as if she was amusing him. After all, she’d just told him she wanted to have sex with him and then she’d moved away from him. Who did that?
“Are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way?”
He said that to her anytime they were on the road and she would start to get ornery about when and where they were going to eat. He liked steak places, she preferred fried food. When it came time to actually decide on a place he would always ask her, “Are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way?”
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