Batter Up! (Riverbend Raptors Book 1) by Sasha McCallen

Author:Sasha McCallen [McCallen, Sasha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-02-09T00:00:00+00:00

“Honey, you better not let him go,” a customer who overheard what we were talking about said. “He’s a keeper.”

I couldn’t keep the smile off my face while I served customers.

The gift for the pedi/mani/massage question was a gift certificate to get a pedicure at the local nail salon. Throughout the day, several other ball players came in and asked chocolate or vanilla (I answered chocolate and was given an assortment of chocolate candy bars), summer or winter (I answered summer and was given flip flops), Batman or Superman (I said Spiderman to be silly and was given a little stuffed Spiderman).

“I love that he’s using a grand gesture to not only try to win you back but also to get to know you better,” Pen whispered to me between customers.

“I can’t believe he’s doing this all for me,” I answered with a sigh.

“You’re worth it, girl,” Penelope exclaimed.

I blushed and shrugged then asked a question that had been on my mind, “Is it bad I’m really glad he’s doing all this? I wanted to forgive him yesterday but also wanted to still be upset. Now, I have a big reason to forgive him.”

Penelope just laughed at my admission as four of the Raptor players came in together. A few of them looked uncomfortable, but one asked if I liked pizza or pasta.

“Pizza,” I replied as I sat down a large tray of assorted mini cakes to add to the cases.

“Okay,” the shortest player on the team, that I recognized as Dominic Anderson, said and looked down at his piece of paper. “So, what are your favorite toppings?”

When I told him I had been craving meat lovers, he nodded in agreement and then looked into my eyes. He tilted his head to the side and said, "You know what, look really familiar."

"Probably from coming to the games!" the first ball player said with a roll of his eyes.

"That's probably it," Dom said with a shrug of his shoulders.

Another guy took the list out of his hand and asked, “Do you prefer fettuccine or penne noodles?”

“Swanson! How dumb are you?” he swatted him in the back of the head and pointed at the list. “She said pizza. You have to ask the next pizza question.”

“Oh,” Swanson said and looked up at me. “Sorry, Missy.”

“Molly. Her name is Molly!” Dom corrected him with a shake of his head. “Just give me the damn paper.”

“It’s ok, Ben,” I said to the shortstop and handed him a snickerdoodle cookie. “You tried.”

“Thanks for this,” he said with a huge grin and took a bite of the cookie. “How’d you know my name?”

“She’s a super fan, remember?” the first ballplayer, I recognized as starting pitcher Keegan Tucker, said, then continued with an impatient sigh. “Anyway, do you prefer thick or thin crust? And what kind of pop would you like to drink with it?”

“Oh, thick crust sounds amazing right now. Thanks, Keegan. And I’m limiting how much pop I drink, so water or lemonade would be good.

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