Page 10 of Honey Undone
“Addy there’s likehoursof interactions here.” He scrolled through it and with each swipe his big green eyes widened even more. “Who is this guy?”
“He plays for the college baseball team,” I said, taking my phone back.
“Ooh, a younger man,” he smirked. “You know, in two years of working together you’ve never once brought up a boy. I was starting to get worried.”
My phone vibrated again and I looked down to see it’s just my brother making sure that I remembered about dinner next week.
“Oh you’re in deep,” Tyson hummed and leaned forward with his mouth half open. “Tell me more.”
“We have to get the pitch out before Friday, we don’t have time for this,” I reminded him.
He rolled his eyes, turning around in his chair, typed on his computer for a total of three minutes before turning back to me. “Pitch sent.”
“Tyson!” I gasped. “Therewas—”
“Nothing to be done with it, you were being a perfectionist again, the client will love it.” He brushed off my worry, “now tell me about the cute younger man.”
“I don’t actually know a lot,” I confessed.
“You’re killing me,” he groaned and dragged his chair across the floor to my computer. He pushed me out of the way and started to type things into google. “What’s his name? You have him on your phone as J.”
“Uh Jensen, he’s the Catcher…”
“The Catcher?” Tyson turned to look at me, “Those boys are good with their hands.”
I laughed, “How the hell would you know that?”
“Freshman year, I had a stint with one. Hot sex, but he was stupider than a captivity-bred panda bear,” he scoffed.
“There he is. M. Jensen." He brought up his roster stats and the picture that went with it. “Holy shit, Addy…” he fanned himself playfully. “Is he Greek?”
“I don’t fucking know, Tyson. That’s the problem,” I said between a bout of laughter.
“Okay…” he shrugged and cracked his knuckles, “more research.”
He continued to type away on the computer, bringing up different tabs as he found more information on him. With every article it was becoming apparent that he was good,reallygood. He had a shot to go pro if he wanted but he was still playing college level for some reason.
Why wouldn’t he take the chance?
“Oh look!” He nudged me, “that’s where I know that handsome face from. His mother.”
The website was for a bed and breakfast chain that had over one hundred and thirty locations across the United States. The picture on the main page was of an older, beautiful woman with a thick bundle of dark curls. A man with salt and pepper hair and a softer look to him alongside a younger-looking Jensen, who stood beside the woman with a mirrored smile.
“They’re likeThe Jensens,” Tyson emphasized. “That’s one of the most badass women in Harbor. By the age of sixteen she had already opened the first location right here in Harbor.”
“Yeah, I know the place. My Dad loves staying there when he’s in town,” I nodded. It was down past main street.
“It was a heritage building that she won in an estate sale bid and redid on her own while going to school, and raising a brand new baby.” He read the bio below the picture and my interest peaked. “Holy shit, she’s only forty… I think I’m in love.”
“Shut up,” I laughed. “Does it say anything about Jensen in there?”
“Nothing really, his father helps run the business, and it just says they're proud of their son for all he’s accomplished in life so far,” he shrugs.
“Does he have an Instagram?” I asked finally and Tyson held up his hand before switching tabs to another page. There wasn’t much on it, and for the majority it was all shitty taken photos of him and his friends. But there was one that caught my eye, “that one,” I said, pointing to it.
Tyson brought it up and it was a photo of him in a graduation gown smiling with his arms around his parents. “He’s graduated?”
“That can’t be right,” I said, “how is he still playing baseball?”
