Pitch Please by Lani Lynn Vale

Author:Lani Lynn Vale [Vale, Lani Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-09-07T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 15

This year I will drink more wine and wear less pants.

-Sway’s New Year’s resolution

Hancock

I jogged up to the stadium’s side entrance that the players used and yanked the door open, practically falling inside the moment I felt the cool air.

“Motherfucker it’s hotter than a cow’s balls outside,” I gasped, leaning against the first wall I came to.

“That was eloquent,” Gentry drawled, arriving just after me.

“Fuck you,” I grumbled. “Why the fuck do I run with you, anyway?”

“Because you don’t want to be fat like your brothers,” Gentry shot back, reminding me exactly why I ran with him. “Well, all brothers but one.”

I didn’t want to be fat like my brothers.

Or my dad.

Not that they were fat, per se. But they did have beer bellies, and I knew for a fact that I would have one if I stopped working out and forcing myself to eat healthily.

I had a weak spot for beer and fried chicken.

I was a Southern boy, born and raised.

I liked my food fried, my beer cold, and my ladies soft.

Like Sway.

Gentry threw his arm out and caught me side armed in the shoulder.

“Let’s go,” he ordered. “Now, we have to go see your cute, little…”

We both stopped when we heard the anguished scream, then started running.

Rhys, the third baseman, came running out of the room like his ass was on fire.

“What the fuck, man?” I asked, stopping him before he could get too far.

“Something happened to George’s kid. I think…I think he died,” Rhys explained quickly, his face a mask of worry. “He’s pulling his goddamned hair out. I think we need to call 911, but I don’t have a phone.”

I slammed Rhys on the arm with the side of my fist.

He was a good man, but he didn’t know how to handle emotions. He was like a fucking blank wall. Getting the man to crack a goddamn smile was like pulling teeth. I wasn’t sure he even comprehended half the jokes that were said. Mostly because he had to be a fucking robot not to laugh at one of them.

And for him to think that George needed an ambulance was telling.

George, or Furious George, was the six-foot-six powerhouse who was the biggest man on the team.

He played centerfield and was damn excellent at what he did.

His hitting average was almost unheard of, and he was an all-around great baseball player.

Furious George, though, had a problem.

His temper, even on the best of days, wasn’t so great.

In fact, he’d lose it over just about anything if it rubbed him wrong.

“Gentry,” I pointed to Rhys. “Go get the truck.”

Gentry nodded and darted off, sprinting as if he hadn’t just run four miles with me.

I headed into the locker room, freezing at seeing a man as big and full of life as George was, on his knees crying.

For real, tears were streaming down the big man’s cheeks like they were never going to end.

“George,” I said roughly. “George. Tell me what’s wrong.”

He didn’t answer at first. In fact, I had to repeat myself three more times before I finally got anything out of him.

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