Hi, everyone!
Hope everything's well with you.
As you've probably figured out,
The Blonde and the Ballplayer has not come out yet.
Therefore, here is an excerpt
to tide you over.
Of course, I'll let you know
when the book comes out.
XOXO,
Angie
The Blonde and the Ballplayer
For our date, Tommy takes
me out to a cozy little place near his house.
He opens the door for me and guides me over to the bar with a hand in
the small of my back. The light pressure
sends a chill down my spine, but I suppress it, because a couple of guys from
the organization are here. Everyone
notices when we come in, of course, but to my surprise, no one comes to bother
us.
Tommy looks good.
He’s wearing a grey sports jacket and a pink shirt, and I like the way
those colors work to bring out the sky-blue of his eyes. I’m wearing a black knit dress with a deep V
in the back. I know if he says something
perverted, like I have it on backwards, that I’ll cringe and find some way to
cut the date short, but he does nothing of the kind. He’s sweet and gentlemanly throughout the
date, and if he asks me out again, I’m definitely going. He orders me a drink and I tease him a
little.
“I hear you’re a heartless womanizer,” I tell him.
“Who’s telling you such lies? I haven’t been on a date in weeks.”
“They say you’re self-absorbed and unromantic is why, and
all you care about is your niece and baseball.”
“They’re right about that part. Baseball and Miranda are everything to
me. They’re my whole world.”
“So there’s no room left for dating a girl?”
“I didn’t say that.
That’s just what they say,
because a lot of them are jealous of the time I spend with her. But hell, what do they want? She’s my kid.”
“They say she’s an adult now.”
“She is, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t need me. Besides, it’s hard to get romantic when you
work all the time.”
And I know what he means, because I work a lot, too, so I
just take a sip of my drink and smile. The
drink’s a little too strong, but it still tastes all right, so I drink up. Better than coming across as one of those
bitchy girls who sends everything back.
Tommy keeps an eye on me to see if I’m going to bust his chops some more
or not, so I set my drink back down on the bar and smile.
“I need your advice, Tommy.”
“Sure. About
what?”
“How does a girl worm her way into your heart?”
He eyes me for a moment with a slow smile, and then he
leans over and favors me with a short but somehow very erotic kiss. When he’s done, he straightens up and says, “Keep
being a good kisser, for one.”
“No. For real.”
“That is for real.”
“Then what do I do after that?”
“You come home with me and meet my family.”
“Isn’t it a little
early to meet your family?”
“It’s not that kind of family. It’s just Miranda and her fiancé, my housekeeper
and his boyfriend.”
“They all live with you?” I ask.
“Yep.”
“You’re got a strange family, Tommy Wright.”
“Yep. A regular
Addams Family. If you come home with me
and you’re real nice, I’ll even show you my mad dope robot skills.”
