Dare to Kiss (The Maxwell Series Book 1) by Alexander S.B

Dare to Kiss (The Maxwell Series Book 1) by Alexander S.B

Author:Alexander, S.B. [Alexander, S.B.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2014-09-29T16:00:00+00:00


Chapter 13

The next day, my sole focus was tryouts. As soon as I got out of bed I started to go through my pitches in my head, and how to grip each one. Index finger to aim my curveball at my target. Space between the ball and my palm on the fastball. Hold the ball slightly off center on the slider, cock my wrist, but don’t lock it. My shoulder was still tender, but I was going to push through the pain.

After I got ready for school, I grabbed my sports bag and backpack then headed downstairs. I’d just stepped off the last stair when Dad’s voice sounded from his office. What was he doing up so early? He normally slept in.

I swung around the bannister and walked down the hall. His voice deepened. Whoa! Who was he arguing with? I normally didn’t eavesdrop, but the rage in his tone kept me planted outside his open door.

“I don’t give a fuck what you guys think. I know what I’m doing.”

I’d never heard my father say the F word before. I stifled a gasp as a knot formed in my stomach. He grumbled before a sudden series of crashes, clangs, and dings filled the room. I dropped my bags and ran in. His glass-topped desk was clear. Everything from on it was strewn all over the tan carpet, including his laptop.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, stopping.

He looked up. The grimace on his face waned. “Oh. I thought you left for school already,” he said. Anger lingered in his tone—I imagined at the caller he’d been talking to.

“I was just leaving. Is everything okay, Dad?” I asked.

“Yeah. Just a disagreement with Eric and the board at the record label.” Dodging the files, pens, binders, laptop, and CDs, he circled around and hugged me. “Don’t worry, Sweet Pea.” His tone mellowed.

“Are you sure?” I asked, returning the hug. I’d never known Dad to argue with Eric. I wasn’t so much worried about his argument as I was about him, though. Maybe he was in the anger stage of his grief.



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