Playing for Kinley (Cruz Brothers Book 1) by Melanie Munton

Author:Melanie Munton [Munton, Melanie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-06-28T21:00:00+00:00

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The game was tied in the bottom of the ninth inning and, of course, Parker was up to bat. It was only spring training—not even regular season—so it wasn’t as if these games made a huge impact on the team’s record or anything. But I had been a ball of nerves the entire game and I wasn’t sure why.

I just loved to watch him play.

Every time he swung the bat or dove for the ball, my breath was lodging in my throat and I was gripping the crap out of my seat. He’d had an amazing game, too. He was four for five and had made two defensive plays at third that left little to the imagination as to why he’d been named the American League’s defensive player of the year last season.

But now, the game was on the line and it might as well have been the World Series championship hanging in the balance with how much I was freaking out.

Parker stepped up to the bat and everyone in the stands got to their feet. There were two outs so Parker had the chance to be a hero if he could get his guy on first base in to home. The crowd started to clap loudly—there was a surprising number of Boston fans here considering where we were—but I couldn’t do anything except stare at Parker’s powerful form hovering over the plate.

The first pitch was a ball, low and outside, which he let go. He swung at the next and chipped the ball, sending it careening into the stands by the first baseline. The next pitch was high and inside, causing him to raise his arms and quickly shift his body to avoid being hit.

I had to force myself to breathe again when I noticed I was getting lightheaded from holding my breath.

On the fourth pitch, his bat connected with the ball, sending it soaring into left field as a collective gasp filled the stadium. Every person in the stands watched with bated breath as it flew through the air, close to the foul line. Too close to the foul line.

The ball dropped into the stands, barely a foot to the left of the foul pole. Straighten it out.

I watched closely as Parker stepped back from the plate to shake out his shoulders a little and to glance at his third base coach. I couldn’t help but wonder what was going through his head. What was he saying to himself? Was he nervous?

He stepped back into the batter’s box and slowly swung his bat around, taking his stance and giving the pitcher the signal he was ready. I had to admit that he sure looked calm but I could never tell with him. He’d always been hard to read, especially when he played. He always had a mask of concentration on so you never knew if he was happy or pissed.

The next pitch sailed into the catcher’s hands and I sucked in a breath because Parker almost swung at it.

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