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Except I’m not following the rules right now because I’m flirting with a parent—literally flirting with disaster.
“All right, then. I love baseball,” he says.
“That’s not personal. I could’ve already guessed that because I know you coach Krew’s team.”
“Do you know anything about baseball?”
“My brother, Matt, played a little bit, but I never paid attention so...not really.”
“Then I’m going to have to teach you everything about it.”
It sounds like he’s setting up a second meeting—the male version of leaving his purse behind—unless he plans to tell me all about baseball at this very moment.
“Isn’t baseball the most boring sport out of all of them?”
He shakes his head. “You’re confusing baseball with golf, and it’s only boring if you don’t know how it works.”
“Did you play in high school or something?”
“And in college.”
Oh, brother.
He was a college baseball player. Now I’m envisioning him in those tight uniforms that make every man’s butt look amazing.
“Were you any good?” Just by looking at him, I can already tell he was incredible.
“I was all right.” There’s enough cockiness mixed in with his modest answer that my heartbeat topples over itself. As if I needed another reason to be attracted to Tyler Dixon.
“Your turn,” he says.
“Well, I can’t top being a collegiate athlete, so I’m not even going to try. I’m going to come up with something so lame, you’ll regret ever having this conversation with me.”
His blue eyes stare right into mine. “I doubt that’s possible.”
My stomach lurches over the edge of a cliff. It’s freefalling through the air in the most fun way.
Get a grip, Meg. It’s just blue eyes. You’re such a lightweight.
“Um.” I swallow. This is me pulling myself back together. “I have terrible taste in music. I listen to stuff from the eighties and the early nineties.” Now he’ll know how incompatible we are. This is the perfect plan.
“What? Like Def Leppard?”
“No. Nothing that cool. I’m talking about the cheesiest love songs you’ve ever heard.”
“So you’re a romantic?”
“No, just a girl who likes sappy love songs.” If he ditched stripper Candi after ten minutes because he didn’t like the bandFroggy,he’s definitely going to be repulsed by this.
“I’d love to hear these sappy songs. Make me a playlist.”
My chin drops. “Make you a playlist?” I definitely didn’t see that coming. Are we in high school again, burning CDs for our crushes?
Not that Tyler Dixon has a crush on me. That isnotwhat I meant.
“Yeah. I want to see what we’re dealing with before I decide to write you off forever. I mean, it can’t be as bad as Froggy.”
Shoot.
