0986388661 (R)

0986388661 (R) by Melissa Collins

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Authors: Melissa Collins
Tags: Romance, new adult
a smug smile plastered to her face.
    Before I can even give her some wise-ass comment, the players race onto the field. “Oh, my sweet lord,” Jade squeals, watching the two dozen or so men in uniform jogging around and warming up. “I don’t think those pants could get any tighter. I love them!”
    Her rambling on and on about the glorious asses prancing around in front of us becomes nothing but white noise as David finds me in the stands. Of course he knows exactly where to look. If I had been standing up, I’m certain my knees would have given out. His physique—tall, broad, strong—is accentuated by his navy blue and red uniform top. I’m sitting so close that when he reaches up to wave at me, I can actually see the muscles in his forearm move. His face lights up when his eyes land on mine, his crooked smile suggesting a touch of shyness mixed in with his happiness. He winks at me before turning his attention back to his warmups and I find it nearly impossible to peel my eyes away from him.
    “Dat ass!’ Jade chimes in, pulling my attention away from said ass. “Damn, Gracie. You are one lucky duck.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Seriously?” she quips with sarcasm rivaling that of any teenager worth their weight. “Look at him!” Hiding none of her enthusiasm, she points right at him. “He is gorgeous.” David throws a ball. “Perfect.” He catches one. “Dear God,” she gasps, watching him run across the field. “That’s it. I’ve run out of words. There aren’t any left. He’s rendered me speechless and you know that never happens.”
    Trying but failing to hold back my laughter, I giggle along with Jade as warmups roll on into the start of the game. The FDNY team start out in the field and with David playing first base, “dat ass,” as Jade would call it, is pretty much the only thing I can see.
    Not that I’m complaining at all.
    Nope, not one bit.
    Through six innings, the score is tied at zero and I have to say, even though I’m not much of a baseball fan, it’s a great game. Since the stands are filled with tons of kids, there’s no lull in the cheering. Of course, since both teams are local heroes, everyone has someone to cheer for.
    “I’m gonna go grab something to eat. Want anything?” I ask Jade as the announcer calls out for the seventh inning stretch.
    “I’ll come with you.” She jumps out of her seat and falls in step behind me. By the looks of it, everyone else has the same idea as us. The line is gigantic, cutting through the foot traffic and curling along the wall. “On second thought, I’m gonna go pee while you wait here.”
    There’s a group of about five young boys in front of me. Old enough to be without their teacher, they seem to be basking in their breath of independence. With sloth-like speed, the line inches closer to the counter. Without anyone to talk to while I wait, I can’t help but overhear the boys in front of me. Listening to them ramble on about the game, debating stats, and comparing their favorite players, I find myself smiling. There’s something about kids that helps me see the world in a better way. Their youthful innocence makes me feel as if all hope is not lost.
    After about ten minutes of waiting, the boys are finally up. Confused, I watch on as only four of the five boys order their food. “You ordering anything, Joey?” the kid ahead of him asks over his shoulder.
    Shrugging, Joey answers, “Nah, I’m good.” Maybe he sounds convincing to his friends, but to me he sounds sad, left out somehow. He’s thinner than the rest of them, too and that alone tugs at my heart.
    Thinking quickly, I fish my keys out of my bag and drop them to the floor right next to Joey’s feet. He bends to pick them up and I pretend to be distracted, looking off to the side.
    He taps me on the shoulder, pulling me out of my faux-distraction. “Excuse me, ma’am. Are these yours?”
    “Oh, my goodness. Thank you so much. I’m such a mess. I must

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