Swinging at Love (Suttonville Sentinels) by Kendra C. Highley

Author:Kendra C. Highley [Highley, Kendra C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Kendra C. Highley, Teen, Entangled, YA, YA romance, Teen romance, baseball, sports, sports romance, secret romance
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC (Entangled Crush)
Published: 2017-03-13T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Tristan

Tristan slowly fed his last token into the pitching machine in cage two. He’d seen Alyssa bustling back and forth—and he’d seen her go into Dylan’s cage. Were the rest of these guys ever going to leave? The rain hadn’t abated one bit, but practice would’ve ended twenty minutes ago, and Swing Away closed in another hour. How long could he stand here and pretend to be busy?

How long was Dylan going to do the same thing?

Kyle ambled down the walkway, stopping outside Tristan’s cage. “How’s it going?”

Tristan paused his game. “It” probably meant his batting practice, and he shook his head. “Zen’s playing hide-and-seek so far.”

“A lot on your mind, huh?” Kyle gave him a knowing look. “Come to practice early tomorrow. We should talk.”

Tristan nodded and went back to his game. First pitch—whiff. Second pitch—whiff. Third pitch—whiff. Fourth pitch—whiff.

Tristan ground his teeth and paused the machine. He was so worried about Dylan pitching against Allen, he was making his own problems worse. It was his own fault, for sure, but that didn’t make it any easier.

“Hey.” Alyssa appeared at the cage door. “Slow down.”

She gave him a quick smile, then walked back to the front counter. Slow down. That was a good motto for just about everything right now. Taking a deep breath, Tristan restarted the machine. When the next pitch came, he hesitated a half second before swinging.

Ting!

Ting!

Ting!

He glanced at the counter, and Alyssa gave him this “told you so” smile. He nodded.

Tristan went two out of three for the last few pitches, then stopped to stretch. How was it that two words from Alyssa could unwind everything inside him? He had it bad, that was for sure.

“Looking good.” Dylan rapped on his cage door. “Finished? We could go to dinner?”

“Um, you know what? I might stay and hit another round. Mom said something about pizza tonight, so I think I’m safe to go home.”

Dylan frowned and glanced at Alyssa. “I’ll stay with you.”

“No, it’s fine.” Tristan forced a sheepish expression. “I’m tired of showing my slump off to you guys. I’d like to hit alone for a while.”

Dylan’s frown deepened. “You were looking pretty good just now. Sure you want to keep hitting? You shouldn’t overdo it.”

Tristan shrugged, willing his friend to leave. “I’ll be fine. See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah. See you tomorrow.” Dylan glanced at him over his shoulder before stopping to chat with Alyssa.

Tristan pretended to stretch until Dylan was safely outside, then he packed his stuff and walked up front. “I thought they’d never go.”

“Me, too.” She gave him a tired smile. “It’s late, but maybe we could grab dinner? Unless you need to run.”

He leaned on the counter, drawing close. “I don’t have anywhere else to be.”

He gave her a light kiss, and she sighed softly. “I was hoping you’d say that.” She turned toward the office behind the desk. “Dad, crisis averted, and all the guys are gone. Can I head out?”

“Sure,” came a muffled reply. “See you at home later.”

Alyssa grabbed her purse from under the counter and came around to take Tristan’s hand.

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