Page 65 of Accidentally Sliding Into A Second Chance

And just like that, with his daughter’s approval, we are officially dating.

Sittinginthebackseatof the car David had waiting for me, the highway is filled with bumper-to-bumper traffic. The drive to the hotel the team is staying at is slow going, and gives me too much time in my head to worry about something I can’t control.

Or change, and not just because it’s last minute.

My thumb anxiously runs over the gold band on my left hand as I re-read David’s text from the beginning.

David:

Can’t wait to see you later!

The hotel staff is expecting you and will help you get settled quickly so you can head to the stadium.

Just one thing…

There’s only one bed.

Only one bed…

I swallow hard. Sliding my hands down my jeans. I inhale a shaky breath and slowly exhale, attempting to calm the swirling in my stomach. But if my racing pulse is any indication, I will need more than deep breaths.

Two rooms are out of the question. We knew that, but David said his rooms usually have two beds, so he didn’t think calling to make sure was necessary.

Apparently, it was.

It’s almost 5:30, the team is getting ready for the game, and I don’t want to bother David now, especially since there’s nothing he can do.

We’re both adults, and a king bed will have plenty of space. You can easily fit three people in one without worrying about touching.

That’s honestly not the issue. I mean, yes, one bed is an issue. But sharing a room already felt weirdly more intimate than living under the same roof with him somehow.

Cat, you’re an adult. David’s an adult. Sharing a room or a bed—a king-sized bed—is not that big of a deal.

Right?

“Right!” I mutter, feigning a confidence I don’t feel.

“Did you need something?” The driver asks from up front, and I remember I’m not alone in the car.

“No, I’m good. Just a little nervous.”

“First baseball game?” He asks, pointing to my Smokies jersey and t-shirt with David’s number on the front.

I run my hand over the number and smile. “No, but it’s my first game as a fan.”

“You’re going to have fun. The Smokies and the Brewers always put on a good show.”

“A fan?” I ask, meeting his eyes in the rearview mirror.

“Brewers till I die,” he smiles, his eyes sparkling. “We should reach the hotel in a few minutes.”

“Thank you.”

I nearly jump out of my skin when my phone buzzes.

David:

Checking in to see that you’re safe and on your way to the hotel…

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