Switch Hitter by Cheyenne Meadows

Author:Cheyenne Meadows [Meadows, Cheyenne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-63533-587-3
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2017-06-05T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

TUCKER DOVE to the side, catching the ball about a foot in the air right before it hit the earth, smacking his chest and hips into the unforgiving ground. He made sure to keep his glove closed and the ball secure as he pushed up from the ground. After checking the runner stationed at second base, he tossed the ball back to Graham, the pitcher, and dusted himself off.

“Nice grab.”

Tucker grinned over at Dixon. “Thanks.”

“Always a nose for the ball. Must be a canine thing,” Wiley added, tongue-in-cheek. Since all three of them fit into that category, he could get away with the tease.

“Smart-ass,” Tucker replied without a hint of anger. In fact, he grinned the whole time.

The improved mood was obvious on Tucker’s face, and Dixon felt a combination of relief and happiness. He’d worried that getting benched might make a permanent dent in Tucker’s psyche, but that didn’t seem to be the case, at least for today. Ever since Banner gave Lance the day off and put Tucker back in his old spot, Tucker seemed to have a bounce in his step. A nice change, if only it would last.

Dixon had been around the game long enough to know that Banner swapped the two men to give Tucker an opportunity to earn his position back. That decision could last one day or a month. No telling what the old manager had up his sleeve. Until then, he crossed his fingers Tucker could put on an impressive show.

Their opponent, the Bay City Bengals, were in the middle of the standings in the infancy of the baseball season. The Predators, on the other hand, had huge expectations after taking the final series to win the championship last season. Each game counted, no matter how talented or challenging the other team. Dixon understood the dynamics well. Not like he could forget with his father coaching over the phone. He’d heard more than an earful this morning about the value of momentum and keeping his average up. Facts he already knew and had taken to heart years ago. Irritated, he’d finally gotten upset enough and hung up. After all, he had enough coaching on the diamond without his perfectionist father joining in.

The crack of a bat pulled him back to the present. A ball bounced once on the packed ground. Tucker backhanded the ball, spun, and threw a missile to Dixon.

Dixon positioned himself between the runner and his base, caught the ball, and lowered his glove for the tag. The runner slid feetfirst right into Dixon.

“Out!”

He heard the word but couldn’t focus on anything but his left ankle. After crumpling to the ground, he reached down to hold the area, which throbbed like someone had taken a jackhammer to it. He’d been spiked before, but nothing like this.

Wiley squatted down. “You okay?”

Dixon gritted his teeth. “Yeah. Just give me a hand.” He reached out, but no one did the same.

Tucker joined the party. “I think you should stay put. The doc is on his way.

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