Hard Pass by Sara Ney

Hard Pass by Sara Ney

Author:Sara Ney [Ney, Sara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781393546313
Publisher: Three Legacies, LLC.
Published: 2020-06-15T23:00:00+00:00


9

Noah

I wish it had been you.

I wish.

It had.

Been you.

No one has ever wished me into any kind of daydream before, and to be honest, I’m not fucking sure what Miranda meant by it, because she wouldn’t explain.

After a few more awkward seconds on the phone, she abruptly ended the call the same way I abruptly ended our hug at the club, disconnecting without even saying goodbye.

“I have to go. I’m sorry.”

Click.

I stared at my phone for a good long minute, debating about calling her back, not wanting to feel the rejection if she refused to pick up. Wanting to text, but not knowing what the hell to say.

I shift my stance and adjust the batting helmet stuck on my skull, eyeballing the pitching machine on the mound in the center of the red dirt field. Our coach stands next to it and I know he’s gauging my readiness for the pitch.

He waits and watches until finally, I give a curt nod.

Whoosh.

Snap.

The ball and bat connect at the sweet spot, five inches into the wood, the combination causing a ripple of momentary stinging in my forearms before sending that leather orb into space.

I raise the brim of my red helmet to watch it soar.

“Nice.” Coach’s nod is one of approval, and as the ball is fielded, I ready my stance again, flexing and tightening my arms to ease out the vibrations. “Ready?”

Another nod from me, another ball torpedoing my way, another base hit from my bat.

I am on fire today, thank fucking God. Our first game is days away and my second season has to be a good one. I have no intention of leading this team down the tubes instead of to the pennant.

I bat. Then give up my spot at home to someone else, in favor of the cages.

Wallace is there, throwing with the assistant fielding coach. He looks over at me, pulling his arm back before letting the ball fly, “Thought you were going to biff it out there.”

I pound shape into my leather glove. “Shouldn’t you be worried about yourself?”

“Nah bro, we’re a team. Your success is my success, your house is my house.” He catches the ball thrown at him with little trouble.

It’s times like this where I actually feel guilty getting pissed at him. Buzz might be a womanizing ball sac most days, but when push comes to shove, he would have my back in a heartbeat.

“My house is not your house.”

“Eh,” he disagrees.

“It’s not.”

“Whatever you say.” With a shrug, he releases another ball to the coach fifty feet away. “By the way, you’re almost out of almond milk.” Thwak goes the ball. “And toilet paper in the powder room off the kitchen.”

“Stay out of my fridge asshole.” I laugh, eyes trained on the staffer who’s about to catch with me, making sure there’s room between Wallace and me. “Or go shopping yourself.”

“Shopping is your job.”

What the hell? “Stay home,” I argue, lobbing a ball toward the staffer. His head gives a shake every time Wallace says something outrageous.



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