But don’t mistake that tenderheartedness for weakness. He’d turn mean as a snake if anyone threatened his family.
“Woo!” Grams said as she retook her seat. “My knees hurt.”
I rolled my eyes and didn’t take the bait.
The last time I’d asked her why her knees hurt, she’d then told me that she’d been giving head to her husband the night before, and hadn’t used a pillow.
I would never, not ever, question the woman why again.
George cleared his throat, clearly remembering that time, too.
I reached forward and took Micah from him.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered.
George winked.
“It’s my fault for encouraging him to do it after games,” he admitted. “Everyone thought it was cute, though. And I was, after all, talking about him.”
Then George grinned at me, and I lost the ability to think straight.
His grin did have the power to make me do things I never would’ve normally done.
Such as blurt out, “You look hot.”
George snorted. “Can’t say that I’m upset you think that way.”
I opened my mouth but didn’t know what to say.
“Do you have anything to do next Saturday?”
I mutely shook my head.
“Good, because I need a date to the banquet. You did promise me, after all.”
I had.
Two years ago, I promised him that he would never have to go to another one alone again. I’d go with him forever if he asked me to.
And apparently, he was holding me to that.
“Okay,” I croaked.
Then he gave me a wink and disappeared into the dugout, leaving me sitting next to Grams. Grams, who was wearing a wide smirk on her face that was more than obvious she thought this was funny.
“Wooo wee!” Grams said. “I felt that sexual tension all the way over here.”
I looked over at where Grams was sitting next to me, almost touching, and snorted. “You’re not very far away.”
“Yes, I’ll agree with you there. But my senses are off. Sometimes I’m not as good at things as I used to be.”
Ignoring her, I watched the game and tried not to think about George’s parting words.
Or the inappropriate Grams at my side.
“Now, that number forty-nine, the sexy bearded bear behind home plate?” Grams said. “I’d do him in a heartbeat.”Chapter 12Beware of…well just beware.
-George when he introduces his grandmother to people
George
I nervously knocked on the door and then immediately wiped my sweaty palms on my dress pants.
My dress pants that were just a smidge on the too-tight side.
I’d been stress eating for the last week, and I’d gotten two outs yesterday that had likely been due to my nervousness for today.
I’d been cheeky with Wrigley at the game last Sunday, but the moment I’d gotten into the dugout, I’d had a mild panic attack at the thought of taking her anywhere.
She hadn’t said no, which was a good sign.
Operation: Get Wrigley Back was about to commence.
I’d had eight months of sleepless nights, and ever since that interview with her asshole brother, I’d decided that this wasn’t going to work for me anymore.
I was going to have her back.
In my home. In my bed. In my life. And I was going to get back into her heart.
I was going to find a way because I was freakin’ miserable without her.
I wanted her back. I wanted to wake up to her pushing me off of my side of the bed. I wanted to wake up to my son screaming his head off because he’d been locked in.
I wanted to fucking breathe.
And I hadn’t done that easily since we’d divorced.
The door opened, and the chaotic flurry of Wrigley made herself known.
“Uhh,” I followed her inside her apartment. “What’s going on?”
“I can’t fit into my dress! I tried it on last Sunday after the game to make sure that it fit, and today it won’t zip!” She cried out in frustration.
I took her by the shoulders and stilled her angry movements.
“Come here,” I said, gesturing for her to turn around.
She did and moments later, I stared at the zipper. “It’s caught on some of your dress.”
She breathed out a sigh of relief. “Thank God. I thought that I got fatter in less than a week.”
I didn’t say anything to that.
The woman was far from fat.
She was curvy and delicious.
I wanted to take the dress from her shoulders, press kisses down her spine, and bend her over.
I closed my eyes and did up the zipper. Then turned around and headed for the couch.
“Get your shoes, Wrigs,” I whispered huskily.
When I found my seat, I looked up to see her staring at me with longing in her eyes.
Longing that disappeared the moment she realized I was staring at her.
The moment Wrigley disappeared into the bedroom, Grams appeared at the door of my son’s room.
I grinned at her. “You’re not going to teach him anything bad, are you?”
Grams gave me a droll look.
“Nothing worse than what I taught you,” she countered.