Page 64 of Pitcher Us
“I wish. Shannon has me doing two brand shoots with some of the other players. They don’t start for another twenty minutes, but she wants me to come show her that I can take the actual photo.” Callie huffs. “Tell me something, Will. Do I have clown makeup on my face?”
I chuckle. “No, baby. You’d be one sexy clown, though.”
“No, don’t try to make me less angry, Will. No, I was mad. Feed into my pettiness.”
“Callie!” Miles’s little voice calls from around the corner.
“Time’s up,” I whisper and plant a quick kiss on her forehead. She shoves me playfully and mouths “Bye” before turning the corner.
I walk out of the stadium and it feels fucking amazing outside. There’s no way it’s over seventy-five, and a nice cool breeze comes by every once in a while.
Damn, it’d be nice to have my bike down here. The idea comes to me immediately and it might not be my most thought out idea, but fuck it.
We have tomorrow off before everything gets fucking crazy. I’m calling dibs on you for the day, so be ready at ten. We’re going on a date.
I wait for Callie on the side of the road, a block down from our hotel. Being as Shannon has been all over her ass lately, she insisted we meet somewhere away from the hotel.
She tried to tell me to meet her at a street three blocks down but there’s no way I was going to let her walk that far. So we compromised. I asked her if I needed a disguise too and Callie sent the middle finger emoji back.
Standing on the side of the road by my brand new red Ninja motorcycle, I hear a whistle. “Hey, biker, can I get a ride?”
Callie strolls down the sidewalk with a smirk. Her red hair is down with her usual waves, a pair of jeans, a white tee, and a brown leather jacket.
“For you, baby, anytime.” Taking a step to meet her, I pull her in by her jacket. “This looks damn good on you.”
“I thought it might impress you.” She comes up on her toes to meet me for a quick kiss. “So, what’s our plan? Is the car not here yet?”
“Oh, it’s here.” I let her go to grab her helmet and put it on her head. “You asked for a ride, and if you’re good you’ll get a different one later too.”
Callie rolls her eyes. “Did you seriously rent a motorcycle for today’s date?”
“Oh, no. I bought one.” I put on my helmet next and make sure both comms are on. “Now, come on. Let’s get going.”
“But…where are we going?” Callie hesitates. “What if?—”
“Callie, baby, I got you always. But if you’re really uncomfortable then I can call us a car.”
Her shoulders relax and she takes her small bag off her shoulder. “Can I put this in your backpack?”
I take her bag with a smile that she can’t exactly see, but the smirk must show through because she smacks my visor down. “No gloating.”
“I didn’t say anything!”
“I saw it in your eyes,” she snarks.
Shaking my head, I help her on and she holds on tight before I even turn it on. “Callie, you good?”
“Yeah, I’m good.” Her voice is calm. “Nervous, but excited. Ready to see what you’ve got planned, Anderson.”
The engine roars to life and I feel her arms tense. I shake my head with a chuckle, and an arm moves from my waist and smacks my helmet.
“You better hold on tight, Blaze.”
As I take off her arms squeeze tight for a moment, but as we get out of the city she relaxes. “I still can’t believe you bought a whole ass motorcycle for a date.”
“Well, I couldn’t buy half a bike.” I laugh.
“Don’t be a smart ass right now, I can’t hit you on the top of your head.” Her arms squeeze around my torso for a second. “What I meant was, it just seems like a lot of money and hassle. What are you going to do, ride this all the way back to Boston?”
