Third Base (The Boys of Summer, #1)(31)
“I’m an idiot. I should’ve grabbed you a jacket.”
“It’s okay, the car will warm-up in a minute.”
I reach over the console and pull her into my arms. Science class taught me that body-to-body friction is the best way to combat the cold. Also nakedness, but I don’t see her letting me take her dress off. It’s only a matter of seconds before my butt starts getting warm from the seat and warm air is blowing in from the vents. I hate to let her go, but getting her home to her grandfather is her priority and I’m not about to put her in a position to choose. I can wait.
The drive to her apartment takes only seven minutes due to the lack of traffic this late at night, or early in the morning, depending on how you look at it. I park along the street in the no parking zone closest to her door and jump out, racing to the other side so I can open the door for her. It’s evident that any guy she dated before me never opened her doors. She needs to get used to me doing this for her. It’s the way I was raised.
I’m sure her neighborhood is safe considering Boston’s finest take pride in every neighborhood they work, but I’m still leery and hold her hand until we’re at the front door of her building. I stand behind her while she unlocks the door and step in with her.
“Do you think the elevator is working?”
“You don’t have to come up,” she says, standing on the first step. Even now, with her heels on, I still have the height advantage.
“It’s not that I don’t want to walk you to your door, I just thought we could make out in the elevator.”
Daisy laughs and pulls me up the stairs. It’s nice to see the tenants are quieter now than they were when I came to pick her up earlier.
“Our luck, we’d get stuck and the fire department would have to come. If they showed up, we’d be all over the news and the BoRe Blogger would have a field day with you.”
“Ugh, don’t get me started on that site.”
“That bad, huh?” she asks as we reach her floor.
I shrug and lean my arm against her wall as she unlocks her door. “Like I said before, some of the shit that gets posted isn’t accurate and it’s hard to have a life when he’s always lurking. I’d like to meet him and give him a piece of my mind.”
“He? What makes you so certain it’s a guy?”
“Because all the women love me,” I tease, pressing my lips to hers. The kiss is chaste, but lingering. I cup her face with my hand and hold her as long as possible. When she pulls away, she covers her lips briefly.
“I need to go,” she says as we hear rustling behind the door.
“I’ll see you tomorrow. Sweet dreams and Happy Birthday, Daisy.” I brush my lips against her cheek and turn away. Each step is more difficult than the last, and while part of me wants to turn around and go back to her, the other part wants to nurture whatever this is between us and see where it goes.
Boston’s beloved Renegades are falling!
What the hell happened?
We’re five games into a nine game home stand and things are not looking good, people. It’s time to put your rally caps on and start yelling at these guys. Come on, we pay good money for our tickets. At least they can show up!
Of course with the Yankees in town, the Renegades cower in the corner. Listen guys, the “curse” is dead. It’s long gone! Stop letting them win. Maybe Curt Shilling needs to remind us what the bloody sock looks like… that is if he weren’t suspended from broadcasting right now.
Down in the minors, centerfielder, Cooper Bailey, is looking fantastic and batting .393. The prediction is that he’ll be called up soon, rather than waiting for Bainbridge to retire or ask for a trade.
We, in the Renegade community, are thankful that our runs batted in are still (somewhat) higher than the runs we’re giving up – 154 / 139.
Silver lining, folks, we gotta find it!
GOSSIP WIRE:
It took much digging, but I’ve been able to unearth the identity of Mr. Ethan Davenport’s girlfriend. Yes, even though he has yet to confirm that they’re dating, taking her to the Rotary dinner was HUGE and didn’t go unnoticed by anyone. The young woman occupying Boston’s Most Eligible Bachelor’s time is none other than University of Boston’s Daisy Robinson. We wish her luck!
Travis Kidd was spotted at the Chevy Dealership the other day. Why is this news? Well, because his father owns a Ford Dealership. I think Thanksgiving may be a bit awkward in the Kidd house this year.
Manager, Cal Diamond, has been seen going in and out of the Cancer clinic recently. A call to the front office yielded nothing. We hope that whatever’s going on, Mr. Diamond and his family are in good health.
The BoRe Blogger
I hate the Yankees.
Of course, I grew up a Seattle Mariners fan, so it’s what we do. We hate teams that continually beat us and win every possible title that comes their way. When the Renegades drafted me, it basically became law that I not be a fan of the Yankees. Honestly, you don’t find many people in Boston who are. And if they are it’s because they’re not from here, although, if you go to any other city, chances are, you’ll find Yankee or Braves fans everywhere. We can thank cable TV for that. Another thing you never do once you’ve been a Renegade – leave and become a Yankee. It’s a guaranteed way to lose the respect of your fans.