Page 38 of Untouchable Player

“Tina Turner?”

I smile.

“It’s my mom’s favourite, well, soul, Motown, stuff like that, it’s what I grew up with.”

“Is sheyourfavourite?”

I shrug, “put it on, you’ll like it.”

Proud Marystarts playing and I sing along, even though I can’t sing for shit. Nate starts laughing and it doesn’t feel like he’s laughingatme.

“Are you surprised?”

“Yes, I didn’t have you pegged as an oldies guy.”

“People surprise you sometimes Jones.”

He cringes and smiles at the same time when I call him that. I sing along with the rest of the song and when it ends, I ask him if I’m right in thinking we’re going to the batting cages.

He gives me a sheepish look.

“Is someone starting to like sports?”

Nate smirks and looks out of the window. “Maybe,” he mutters.

“Sorry, what was that?”

He laughs and shakes his head.

“Skip forward to Marvin Gaye.”

I watch him flip through the playlist in the rear-view whileNutbush City Limitsplays. His eyes get wide and he blushes. “Sexual Healing?”

“Not that one,” I look away and hope he can’t see me turning red, “I meantI Heard it on the Grapevine,you skipped ahead too far.”

“Oh yeah.”

He presses play, but all I can hear now in my head isSexual Healing.And shit, should I really have told him to put a song about cheating on right now?

“You can skip this if you want.”

“It’s fine, I like it. You have good taste in music. Well, your mom does.”

“What music does your mom like?”

“Shania Twain.”

I laugh and Nate cracks up.

“Shania’s not bad,” I say.

“I guess. She used to put it on and dance around the house with us when we were little and she was cleaning.”

“Your mom cleaned?”

“Yeah, why?”

My face gets hot.

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