Page 3 of Honey Undone
“Number twelve,” the Ump warned and Jensen’s attention shifted but his goofy smile remained as he turned on the base.
As the pitcher threw the ball he turned around again, the ball whizzing by his head into the catcher's mitt.
“Jensen!” The Coach barked from the dugout, “what the fu—”
His curse was drowned out by the Ump calling the strike.
“Do I know you from somewhere?” He asked me over the sound of everyone screaming.
I shook my head, a small amused smile forming on my lips.
His brows pinched together and he looked like he wanted to ask another question but he slowly fixed his position as the pitcher readied for another throw. Jensen dropped his bat at the last moment and spun around again.
“Are you sure? You were at Delta last weekend, weren’t you?” He pointed it at me and I shook my head again.
“Hey dipshit! Stop fucking around!” Dean Tucker yelled from the dugout, his body leaning over the banister to scream at Jensen on the plate.
Jensen looked more confused than ever but also like he was enjoying it?
“He’s losing his shit,” Kaia laughed at my side.
“Him and everyone else,” Cosy said over the sound of the stadium growing restless.
Jensen missed his third swing, completely striking out. He turned to look at me as he walked backward off the plate. For a man that just cost his team a run in the playoffs he didn’t look like it bothered him for a second. He was smiling like an idiot.
“Is he drunk?” Sunday asked, her confusion palpable.
He was accosted the second he stepped down into the dugout and disappeared under the covering but the screaming could be heard even over the fans. When they came back out on the field in the fourth, the team had recouped and were up by three.
“What’s your name?” Jensen asked, pulling my focus to him from the scoreboard.
“Why do you need my name?” I asked back.
He inhaled like he had been holding his breath and that stupid grin returned.
“Cause I swear I know you,” he said. His coach was barking at him again and he looked over his shoulder quickly before looking back at me. “And if I don’t, I want a proper introduction.”
“You should probably worry about the game,” I suggested and sat back in my chair.
I could see the thoughts turning behind his eyes as he pulled the cage over his face and got ready for the inning.
“You’re going to get us kicked out,” Kaia huffed with a pride-filled smile and it only made me laugh.
“Can they do that?” I asked, looking at Cosy who just shrugged.
The batter struck out twice before he repositioned and hit a ball into the outfield and took second. The second the play was dead Jensen turned and ripped off his mask.
“How can I take you on a date if I don’t know your name?” He yelled up to me and I swear the entire Hornets dug out hollered as a collective.
He pulled his cage back down and returned to the game.
“You’d think he’d be frustrated?” Kaia smiled down at him.
“I think… it’s turning him on…” Sunday added with a burst of laughter.
It definitely was. It was vibrating off him with every play, like he was itching to get back to being a flirt. I shifted in my seat and chewed on the candy to settle my nerves. It was getting harder and harder to deny him. His smile and impressive willpower seemingly ate away at my resolve with every turn, glance, question.
I was a goner.
