Page 5 of Rocking Player
“The Bahamas. The resort was nice.”
Jeremy’s lips thinned and his bright blue eyes didn’t blink. “And you bumped into Michael then?”
“I’d been swimming in the pool when he came and joined me.”
Life had been so easy then. He’d joined me, bought me a drink, and whispered naughty ideas in my ear. My face heated when I remembered how many times his cock had made me writhe in pleasure. I hadn’t wanted anyone else since.
“Jeremy, remember when you asked me who your father was, and I told you I didn’t know?”
His eyebrows shot up. “Yeah.”
I'd read books about this on the off chance the situation arose on how to explain why I was a single mom.
“I didn’t know what happened to Michael or his last name. I thought it was better to assume I’d…we’d never see him again.”
After a long pause, Jeremy’s face brightened and said, “Michael Irons is my father?”
I lowered my voice. “Don’t say that out loud.”
His face lit up as if he just saw the gifts under the tree. “Maybe he can teach me to be a better shortstop like him.”
Maybe. He might be married, have children of his own, a girlfriend. And I didn’t exactly believe I’d ever marry. What if I transitioned into my mother, who’d accepted whatever my father had said without her own opinion?
A shadow came over me and there wasn't a cloud in the sky as I said, “We can’t assume he’ll even want to see us again.”
“Why not? He wants to see us.”
Out of the mouth of babes. Just because his sperm found my egg once, it did not mean he wanted a lifetime commitment. And I wasn’t exactly good wife material.
“Because he doesn’t know about us.”
Jeremy shrugged and ate some of his popcorn. “This game is better than I dreamed, Mom.”
Or the worst day of my life.
I closed my eyes and wished I’d have looked up more about my son’s interest in professional baseball, figured out Michael’s last name, and called the hotel for Michael’s name, or any number of crazy things I could have done but didn’t.
“That’s good for one of us.”
When Michael walked away from us, I’d be left to pick up the pieces of my son’s broken heart. I wasn’t sure how I’d handle it, but I had no choice. I needed to see him, too.
How could I ever imagine the man who rocked my world years ago would turn out to be a baseball player? All I remembered was sitting at a pool bar where he whispered naughty things in my ear and convinced me to go to his room with him.
Chapter 2
Michael
A fucking son.One that looked exactly like my dad, with those bright blue eyes that captured my attention. This was like a dream, or nightmare, that roared to life in my work hours.
I was absolutely sure and didn’t need to be told I had a son. That weekend in the Bahamas after my rookie year had been unforgettable because of Georgie.
Her kiss had left me reeling and no one else’s tasted right. And, from my quick view, Georgie’s body was almost the same, though her backside was rounder with sexier curves than I remembered.
Big Michael was already ready for her now that I’d found her again.
My mind spun. This wasn't fucking good.
I’d looked at her hands for a ring. I was clearly crazy, but my body was tense and hard when I’d made it back to the dugout, as I’d wanted to stake my claim.
