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Sincerely,
Principal Carter
Dang.
That email is about me, and everyone at the school probably knows it. I sit back in my chair and purse my lips. Then I shove my laptop away before closing it with a firm thud, pushing Diane’s words out of my mind.
CHAPTER31
MEG
Let me tell you about third base coaches.
They’re extremely attractive.
I scrunch my nose as I look at the field next to ours. Okay, maybe not all third base coaches are what dreams are made of. But Tyler Dixon, coaching third base—I’m a fan.
He's got on a pair of black shorts with a Stealers t-shirt, a matching black baseball cap, and sunglasses. He looks athletic and sexy. And every once in a while, a foul ball gets hit over to his side, and he fields it with hisbarehands.
It's a turn on.
Majorly.
He also has this coaching swag about him that I'm definitely liking. It's a little bit of cockiness mixed with confidence, and it’s to die for—like, sign me up to be the team’s water girl, because I need to cool myself down.
But let's move on from how good Tyler looks and talk about how sweet he is with the boys on his team. He doesn't take the game too seriously. He's relaxed and has the kids laughing and having fun while they play, which is so endearing.
I assumed I would be sitting on the bleachers, but no. Tyler brought me my own chair. He also came prepared with snacks for me—sunflower seeds, popcorn, and water. He packed a cooler, like an actual cooler full of stuff. It’s adorable and just another thing to add to the growing list of things I like about him.
And despite my lack of knowledge about baseball, I’m having a great time. It's the championship between the Stealers and the Hitmen. We’re winning six to five, but the Hitmen have last ups.
“Look out!” Tyler says as he throws a baseball at me in between innings.
I flinch as the ball hits the chain link backstop and falls to the dirt. “I thought I was dead,” I say, clenching my chest.
“Sorry.” He leans against the fence, looping his fingers through the metal. “I just wanted to make sure you’re paying attention.”
“Are you kidding? I'm sitting on the edge of my seat during every pitch.”
He raises his brows. “Look who’s invested.”
“I’m totally invested.”
“I’m totally invested, too.” His eyes go serious, making my heart pound. And suddenly, we’re no longer talking about baseball. “You look cute over here on the side. So cute it’s kind of distracting.”
I roll my eyes. “Yeah, right.”
“I’m serious. If we lose this game, I’m blaming it all on you.”
“You better not lose this game.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll be fine.” He kicks the fence in front of me as he walks off.
I lean into my chair, biting back my smile. I like him a lot. I shouldn’t be liking himthismuch, but lately I’ve been spending all my time thinking about a future with him. What if there was a way to be with Tyler openly and keep my job? Like a secret door #3 that I didn’t know about?
I’d really like to find that door.
A chair plops down next to mine. “Meg? I’m Hillary, Logan’s wife.”
