Page 9 of The Problem with Sports
I glared back at his mother. “I just can’t with you right now,” I growled at her before walking out of their condo, slamming the door behind me.
What kind of fucking father didn’t take his kid to sports games? Especially, a kid who was so obviously into sports. I couldn’t even throw the kid off with the PWA and PGP references.
I clearly needed to get to the bottom of this, and I was not going to let his hot as fuck mother distract me from what was important here.
No matter how hot she was.
No. Matter. How. Hot. She. Was.
Chapter 5
Andrea~
Icouldn’t believe I was having this conversation.
I mean, I’ve had a lot of strange conversation with Rachel over the years, but this had to be the strangest by far.
“So…then…he just left?” she asked just as confused as I had been when Nathan Hayes had stormed out of my condo last night.
AftertheNathan Hayes had slammed the door behind him last night, Grant had been appalled-absolutely appalled-that I had just let him leave like that. When I had broken it to Grant that I hadn’tletNathan do anything, he had pointed out how I’d failed to offer the man any refreshments, enticing him to stay. But before I could defend myself, he had gone full-blown fanboy on me and had lost his mind over knowing that Nathan Hayes lived right above our condo.
And what a Nathan Hayes he was.
I was only five-foot-four, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t tell that he was at least foot taller than me. And he wasn’t lanky tall either. The man was a mountain of muscles and masculinity with a dark brown hair and bright blue eyes combo. His face was chiseled perfection, and he looked like he belonged on a box of Wheaties.
The man was simply gorgeous all over.
“Yeah,” I replied. “It was…weird.”
Rachel chuckled. “I still don’t understand how you didn’t know who he was.”
“I don’t follow baseball, Rach,” I reminded her.
“You don’t need to follow baseball to know who Nathan Hayes is, Andie,” she laughed. “Everyone who’s ever lived in this town knows who Nathan Hayes is. He’s a local boy who made it to the pros. There have been a million interviews with him about his life, family, and career.”
“I guess I never paid attention,” I muttered.
“Jesus, Andie. The man is a legend,” she went on to inform me. “His parents live here and one of his brothers is even a firefighter for Silias County. The other one is an engineer or something.”
“I really have no idea what you’re talking about,” I told her.
“That’s the problem,” she joked. “The man just retired and the news about it waseverywhere.Which goes to prove that you need to get the hell out of your house, Andie.”
“Rach-”
“Or, better yet, you know where the man lives,” she kept right on rambling. “Make your way up to his door with some sexy lingerie and get laid, girl.”
I choked out a laugh. “Rachel, if what all you’re saying is true, the man is a famous athlete,” I pointed out. “I’m sure he’s covered in that department.”
“The stuff I am sayingistrue,” she insisted. “But what does that matter? You’re sexy as hell, Andie. He’d be crazy to turn you down.”
Sometimes I wondered if she listened to the things that came out of her mouth. It was a wonder Charlie didn’t muzzle the woman. Of course, Charlie claims to have fallen in love with Rachel at first sight, so there was very little she could do wrong in his eyes. They’d met their sophomore year at Columbia, when Rachel had stormed into the student advisory office to dispute her dorm assignment, and Charlie had been the poor bastard who had been working the student advisory. She had called him an idiot, and he had chased her for three months before she had finally agreed to a date.
Over ten years later, he still adored the hell out of her.
“Rachel,” I said, sighing, “I am thirty-years-old, divorced, and have a kid who left plenty of proof of his existence on my body. I seriously doubt Nathan Hayes, retired professional baseball player, is going to even look at me as an option.”
“And-”
