Sweet Spot: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (Bad Boys of Summer Book 2) by KB Winters Page A

leaned in a little closer. “I’m not stupid, Trey. I know why you want to take me out. But I’m telling you—just like I told you the other night—I’m not interested in you. You’re just a baseball player on a team I’m following for the next week. kapish?”
    He put his arms out, like an offering. “Are you saying you don’t want this?”
    “Oh, gawd.” I rolled my eyes. “So, you’re some kind of prize?”
    “Could be, gorgeous.”
    “Ugh. Trey, listen, it’s not personal. Well…it kind of is…”
    “What do you mean by that?” he replied, his smile fading slightly. “You don’t even know me… personally .”
    My heart fluttered wildly. The way he was looking at me…almost like he was wounded . “Hey…I didn’t mean any offense. It’s just that from what I do know, your life seems a little bit too complicated for me.”
    His expression twisted, like he’d never heard this accusation before. “And…?”
    “Hey, no judgment!” I held up my hands. “My life is plenty complicated too. But that’s why I’m not really looking for anything.”
    “And if you go walk around Seattle with me, that would be something ?”
    Damn it. He had a point. I was jumping to a whole lot of conclusions, based on some damn news stories. I knew better. I was an aspiring journalist, for fuck’s sake! I knew how easily stories were fabricated—or at the very least, heavily biased.
    Trey leaned over and grasped for my hand. I met his eyes, my own wide and wild. He grinned. “Come on, Josie. You know you want to say yes. Besides, your breakfast looks cold. Let’s go get something better.”
    “Okay…”
    As soon as the word left my mouth, his smile quirked and his eyes flashed with mischief.
    What the hell did I just do?
    * * * *
    “I honestly think I’d burst wide open if I tried to eat one more thing…” I groaned, placing a hand over my stomach. Yep, definitely growing a little food baby. Trey, as it turned out, was quite a Seattle expert and we spent the afternoon eating our way through the local market and touring a couple of bakeries in the heart of the downtown district. Everything was amazing. The food, the weather—and the conversation. At least, the bits we managed in between interruptions from fans. Most people wanted to stop and get a picture or an autograph with the all-star. A few hecklers threw out attacks but from the safe distance across the street.
    None of it seemed to phase Trey. As much as he hated the media—he was a natural with his fans. I’d halfway expected him to bitch about the attention or the interruptions, but he was incredibly gracious and kind to everyone who stopped us.
    We’d capped off our sight-seeing tour with a couple of ice cream cones and took them to a relatively abandoned part of the waterfront and took a rest on a park bench.
    Trey smirked over at me and dropped his eyes to my hand as it rested against my stomach. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but I swiped my hand away. “Right there with ya. Coach is gonna kick my ass tomorrow if I let all this slow me down.”
    I laughed. “Coach Robinson’s kinda a hard ass?”
    Trey shrugged. “Not really. He’s actually been pretty damn chill about all this.”
    “This being…?”
    He glanced over at me. “Just all the media shit and the lies, gossip, rumors. The whole front office and coaching staff have been really pro. I don’t know, I figured they’d be like my old team. They were super fuckin’ into me when I was hot, but the last year or two, well, shit happens. Ya know?” He paused and pointed out a large hawk circling the sky. “Damn, he looks big enough to carry away a small kid!”
    I laughed and felt myself tipping to one side, almost as though my body took over and decided to lean into him. Trey’s other arm was resting along the back of the bench. All I’d have to do is relax back and let him gather me against him. So far, I’d managed to avoid too much physical contact with him.