Bender (The Core Four #1)(88)
“Hmmm,” was all he said in return.
The two of them stared at each other a few short beats before Turner looked away and joined in the conversation down the table. Annabella seemed whole-heartedly confused. She sought me out to see how I took that whole exchange, but I simply shrugged. I had no idea what to think of it. I briefly wondered if Turner was interested but quickly threw that out the window. Turner was a serial dater, and Annabelle was definitely not his type. She was a total stunner in the looks department, but she was sweet; never one to lay her cards out on the table too soon, which was what he’d expect from her.
“Time to hit up the field ladies and gents!” Wrigley announced as he stood up from his seat and cracked his knuckles.
“You’re not driving the golf cart, Wrig. I know that’s what you’re after.” Paul interjected. “You and your friends screwed up something with the motor, and I swear it’s going to cost a couple hundred dollars to get it fixed. What were y’all doing? Racing?”
He stared at his dad like it was obvious. “Well, yeah.”
“You’re going to work that off, boy.”
“Yes sir,” Wrigley said. All the boys chuckling at their youngest brother’s idiocy.
Once we were all out on the field we picked teams. As it turned out, it ended up being a boys versus girl game. Might not seem fair to some, but the way I looked at it, the girls were smaller and faster, and I conveniently left out smarter too. Didn’t want to start an all-out war by stating the obvious. The game got started, and we were on our second inning. The boys were up by two, and I could tell Macie was getting pissed. I was pitching, as per usual, when Dodger stepped up to the plate. Macie was acting as catcher, and I knew she was going to start up with the distraction.
Readying himself, Dodger stood in position, and I was just tossing the ball when Macie said, “Did you know that when a girl first looks at a man, her eyes automatically go to their crotch?” Dodger swung too low, and he missed the ball. “Strike one,” she said with a smirk.
He looked down at her with a glare. Unfortunately shortly after Camden and I worked out our issues, Macie and Dodger broke up. He wasn’t moving as fast as she’d liked, and he wasn’t willing to bend to her rules. It’s been pretty ugly between them, but the sexual tension could drown a person if they got too close.
I underhanded the second ball, and Macie spoke loudly. “A man’s lips are also apparently the same color as his tip.” I snorted at her blatant attempt to make him miss…which was actually working. “Strike two.”
“Macie, I swear to God, if you don’t shut up…”
He looked away before he saw her devilish smile spread across her face. I shook out my shoulders to prepare myself for the third pitch. “You know, I’ve worn out the batteries on my vibrator for the second time in a month. Maybe I need to go find a replacement. Like an actual dick.” The bat whooshed through the air as he swung for the third time and struck out. Macie stood up and dusted off her knees. As she walked past him, she bumped his shoulder. “Better luck next time, champ.”
If looks could kill, I would suspect that Dodger would have loved to throttle her right about now. Chunking the bat into the fence, he stormed off the field to go take a walk. Oh man, those two were going to need to settle some of their shit before we got together like this again. The family shouldn’t have to deal with their drama when we’re trying to have a good time.
“Mace, come on!” I scolded.
“What?” She decided to act innocent. I just shook my head, and we went on with the game.
On our last inning, it was the girls up to bat. Annabelle was at home plate readying herself to hit the ball. On the first pitch, she landed a solid hit. It went low to the ground between second and third base to the outfield. She took off running while we all shouted and cheered. We needed her to score to tie up the game. Paul was throwing the ball back when she rounded herself out to third base. Unable to stop her momentum, her foot caught on the lip of the base, and she tripped and fell forward. Landing hard, she immediately grabbed a hold of her ankle and was wincing in pain. I went around the fence to get to my friend, but Turner was running up to her side to see what he could do. What Annabelle didn’t know was that Turner was finishing up medical school, and he was a practicing doctor at UGA Medical for sports medicine. He was kneeling by her as I jogged up to see if I could help.
“Can you roll it this way?” he asked as he watched her attempt to move it.
The grimace on her face said that it hurt too much. “Oh my gosh, how embarrassing! I’m so sorry for ruining the game.”
“Hush. You didn’t ruin anything. Accidents happen all the time, plus you’re wearing flip flops, so that didn’t help at all.”
“Turner, lecturing her isn’t helping anyone. Can you at least tell if it’s broken?” I argued.
His jaw clenched, and I watched as he reached down and gently picked up her foot like it was a bird with a broken wing. Tenderly he felt her dainty foot before he said, “Doesn’t feel like there’s anything broken, but you’re going to have to sit out the rest of the game. In fact I think you need to go back to the house and get some ice on that before it starts swelling.”
She swallowed and nodded at him. “Keegan, I apologize, I’m not normally this clumsy.”