Fisher's Light(78)

“SAFE!” Butch shouts.

We all charge the mound, cheering and hollering and I shove people out of the way to get to Lucy, forgetting about the fact that we aren’t together and this isn’t a softball game of the past. I scoop her up into my arms and jump up and down. She wraps her arms around my shoulders and her legs around my hips and laughs as I chant her name with everyone else.

“Damn, if I’d known telling you to visualize my face as the ball would get you to hit a grand slam, I would’ve told you that years ago,” I laugh.

She throws her head back and laughs harder as everyone pats her on the back and congratulates her.

“Luce?”

Lucy’s laughter dies and her smile suddenly falls. She gently pats my shoulders to get me to put her down and I slowly lower her to the ground as her legs slide from around my waist. She untangles herself from my arms and turns to face Shit-Stain-Ford.

He grabs onto both of her hands and pulls her away from me and I immediately want to wrap my arms around her and bring her back in a jealous tug of war.

“I was going to wait to do this until later, but we might as well celebrate your win right here in front of everyone.”

He gives me a quick glare that goes unnoticed by Lucy since she’s currently looking over her shoulder at me. I slide my hands in my pockets and pretend like I’m not wondering what the f*ck he’s doing.

He starts lowering himself to the ground and I feel bile rising up in my throat as Lucy whips her head around to look at him.

“What are you doing? Get up!” she whispers frantically.

He’s on one knee at this point and I suddenly realize exactly what he’s doing. The prick is proposing to my f*cking wife and I want to beat his ass more than I ever have before.

“I know we haven’t known each other long, but I love you, Lucy Butler,” the motherf*cking piece of shit pompous * tells her as he pulls a light blue Tiffany’s box from his shirt pocket and holds it open in front of her.

The diamond is bigger than her f*cking finger and sparkles in the sunshine. Everyone gathered around home plate has quieted down and they’re watching this whole shit show unfold five feet away from me.

“Will you marry me, Lucy?”

I don’t bother to wait for her reply. I turn and walk off of the field, wishing I still drank. An entire bottle of whiskey sounds really good right about now, especially when I hear a loud cheer erupt from the field, most likely in celebration of Lucy’s engagement.





Chapter 31




Lucy

Present Day


As soon as Fisher walks away from home plate, I let out the breath I was holding. Thank God Bob, who owns the souvenir store, needs to take a few practice pitches so I can pull myself together and try to remember all the tips Fisher gave me instead of thinking about how much I wanted to feel his hands someplace other than on top of mine.

I’ve been avoiding him all day and I feel like a coward. He’s tried talking to me several times, but I’ve made up one excuse after another and walked away from him. I want to talk to him, I really do, but I’m having a hard time thinking about anything other than sex when he’s within two feet of me. It doesn’t help that he’s wearing his usual pair of cargo shorts that make his ass look fantastic and a three-quarter-length baseball-style t-shirt that molds his upper body and shows off all of his muscles. Every time he’s been up to bat, I’ve been glued to the fence, panting like a dog in heat.

Instead of picturing Fisher’s face as Bob winds up and throws the ball, I picture his father’s arrogant mug flying towards me and I swing as hard as I can. The smack of the ball against the bat stings my hands and I stand frozen in complete shock as it flies above everyone’s heads. I hear people screaming and clapping, but I don’t move. I think I’m supposed to move. I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to run, but I can’t stop staring at the ball soaring into the outfield. I suddenly hear Fisher scream louder than anyone else and when he tacks on the word “baby” at the end of his shout, my heart skips a beat and my feet start moving. I can’t wipe the huge grin off of my face as my feet pound into the dirt and I run as fast as I can around the bases. When I’m halfway between second and third, I see the outfielders get to the ball and throw it towards home. I push my legs harder and, even though the entire team is now out of the dugout and on the sidelines, I can only see Fisher standing there, jumping up and down with a huge smile on his face.