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I dropped into a crouch and stared at him, committing everything to memory. Instead of winding up for the pitch, he looked up at the suite. He pulled off his glove and dropped it on the ground, then he held up his hands. I laughed when he put his fingers together to make a heart. The cameras panned to us, and the guys waved with big smiles on their faces. Everybody was probably wondering who Travis intended the gesture for.
The image on the screen showed a heart exploding into tinier hearts, then returned to the game. He had his glove on again and was focused on home.
I held onto the back of my neck with both hands while I watched. Time hadn’t slowed, but it felt like it did. As soon as the ball left his hand, I sucked in a breath.
“No,” I breathed.
He hit it.
I stood when the batter headed for first, but I had my eye on the one racing toward home. Travis swiped the ball when it bounced off the ground, then threw it. Vince caught it, tagging the plate in the nick of time.
I took a step back as I tried to get my bearings.
When Travis crouched and covered his head with his arms, I snapped back to reality. I took off out the door at a run and looked at the signs to navigate into the stands. It was insanely loud and chaotic out here, which made it difficult to get through, but eventually, I made it to the front. I held onto the railing, wishing I could jump onto the field, but I’d probably get arrested or something.
There was already a woman with a microphone talking to Travis. He seemed distracted, and when he looked up at the suite, I cupped my hands around my mouth.
“Travis!”
Fuck, he couldn’t hear me. People needed to shut the fuck up.
I stepped onto the first wrung of the railing and watched him since there was nothing else I could do. The joy on his face immediately made me forget all the things I’d been worried about before. All that mattered was the man on the field right now and what I knew he deserved.
Chapter 69
Travis
Was I breathing? I didn’t know anymore. When I was asked a question, I answered, but I didn’t really care about this. A few minutes ago, we were on the verge of falling behind, and now, we were World Series winners.
“You made a heart to someone today,” the woman with the microphone said. “Want to tell us who it was for? I’m sure everybody wants to know if it was romantic.”
I smiled. “It was. He’s the reason we won today.”
“How so?”
“He’s my good luck charm.”
“Come on, Trav. Give us something. You always love talking.”
I laughed and looked up at the suite, then scanned the crowds. A lot of people were still hyped and some were filing out.
“Well, he’s...” I trailed off when I saw Roman. His smile was huge, and my train of thought didn’t stand a chance.
She asked another question, but I ignored her and headed for Roman. I dropped my glove and ran, unable to focus on anything else. When I reached the edge of the field, I climbed the wall until I was face-to-face with him, then I stopped.
“Shit, I don’t want them to see—”
“Let them see,” he interrupted.
Swinging my leg over the rail, I dropped down beside him and took either side of his neck before I kissed him. He flung off my baseball cap and ran his fingers through my hair, then gripped it to hold me to him. After another few seconds, he pulled back.
“You did it.”
I laughed and leaned my forehead against his. “I fucking did. But...” I looked at the camera crew who was heading over to us. They’d definitely captured that whole thing. Actually, it was being broadcast on the big screen.
“No hiding,” he said. “I left because you didn’t deserve to be hidden. So, fuck everything else.”
My eyes watered, and I took a shuddering breath. “You’re sure?”
