Blake (Season One: The Ninth Inning #2) by Lindsay Paige, Mary Smith Read Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Lindsay Paige, Mary Smith
don’t want to do anything but think of Blake, his lips, and a way I can help him.
I scroll through my contacts until I see his name. I found his cell phone number in his personal file. I know it’s wrong to store it in my phone, but I did it in case he needed me.
Ugh, who am I kidding? I did it because I wanted to make sure his stubborn ass is okay. Harmony’s words come back to me.
Baseball.
Alright, if I send him a text, he could get me fired or he might answer me. Shit. I’m not going to give up on him. I’m going to be his friend.
Here it goes.
Me: It’s Sofia. Did you know that Joe DiMaggio was only married to Marilyn Monroe for 274 days?
Blake: No, I didn’t know that. How’d you get my number?
Okay, how am I going to answer this? I should do the right thing and tell the truth. Yeah, I’m not going to do that.
Me: The Baseball Fairy gave it to me. Did you know that the New York Yankees have won more World Series than any other team?
I’m going to keep him texting and I’m hoping this helps him.
Blake: Of course I knew that. I’m not gonna ask about the fairy. How do you know all this?
Me: Google and I like baseball. Did you know that Nolan Ryan has struck out more players than any other pitcher?
I’m running out of trivia that I do know and I might really have to resort Google.
Blake: Yes. Ever heard about the Doubleday myth?
Me: No, what’s that?
Oh, please let it be baseball related and that this conversation won’t turn into sexting.
Blake: A guy, Abner Graves, said his friend Abner Doubleday invented the game all by himself when he was a teenager. They wanted baseball to truly be America’s game, and that was their way of making it happen, even though it wasn’t true. Hence, Doubleday myth
Thank you, Baseball Gods.
Me: Wow, look who’s being Mr. Baseball now? I guess it’s true you do learn something new every day. Too bad I didn’t know something that you didn’t already know. =(
Blake: You did. The marriage with Marilyn, I didn’t know that.
I roll my eyes at the screen. He’s being nice because that’s worthless information.
Me: Well, it’s not really baseball trivia. I read it in People magazine one time. How are you doing tonight?
It’s time to see how this is going to go. He’s either going to answer or quit texting me.
Blake: Same as always. You?
It’s working. I think.
Me: I’m actually spending the night at my parents. Harmony and I drank a little bit more wine than usual at dinner. How’s the knee?
Keep him texting.
Blake: It’s been fine since the first time I went to see you. No trouble since.
Me: Tanner told me I have healing hands. LOL
Blake: I’ve heard. Told the team you had hands of a God or something, I think.
Me: He was moaning so loud on the table, people would have thought I was giving him something besides a massage. Plus, he doesn’t wear any underwear. SMH
Blake: I didn’t need to know that.
Me: Hey, sharing is caring LOL
I really do laugh out loud, picturing him scrunching his face.
Blake: Haha, I have to disagree with you on that one.
Me: Look at that. I got a HAHA from Blakey. My job here is done.
My cheeks are hurting thinking that I accomplished my goal.
Blake: Do you want a slice of pizza as your prize?
Me: Hell yes! I would like double cheese, thick crust, please. Don’t forget to sprinkle some parmesan cheese too.
Blake: Thanks, now I’m hungry
I laugh again.
Me: I’m in Germantown tonight or I’d invite myself to pizza with you.
Wait...damn it...I didn’t mean to say that. Why is there no delete button on texts? Damn you, iPhone.
Blake: Too bad you’re not inviting yourself. There’s a great little place two miles from my house.
Huh? Does he mean that? Good grief, Sofia stop acting like a horny teenager who’s talking to a boy for the first time. This dude’s already has had his tongue
I scroll through my contacts until I see his name. I found his cell phone number in his personal file. I know it’s wrong to store it in my phone, but I did it in case he needed me.
Ugh, who am I kidding? I did it because I wanted to make sure his stubborn ass is okay. Harmony’s words come back to me.
Baseball.
Alright, if I send him a text, he could get me fired or he might answer me. Shit. I’m not going to give up on him. I’m going to be his friend.
Here it goes.
Me: It’s Sofia. Did you know that Joe DiMaggio was only married to Marilyn Monroe for 274 days?
Blake: No, I didn’t know that. How’d you get my number?
Okay, how am I going to answer this? I should do the right thing and tell the truth. Yeah, I’m not going to do that.
Me: The Baseball Fairy gave it to me. Did you know that the New York Yankees have won more World Series than any other team?
I’m going to keep him texting and I’m hoping this helps him.
Blake: Of course I knew that. I’m not gonna ask about the fairy. How do you know all this?
Me: Google and I like baseball. Did you know that Nolan Ryan has struck out more players than any other pitcher?
I’m running out of trivia that I do know and I might really have to resort Google.
Blake: Yes. Ever heard about the Doubleday myth?
Me: No, what’s that?
Oh, please let it be baseball related and that this conversation won’t turn into sexting.
Blake: A guy, Abner Graves, said his friend Abner Doubleday invented the game all by himself when he was a teenager. They wanted baseball to truly be America’s game, and that was their way of making it happen, even though it wasn’t true. Hence, Doubleday myth
Thank you, Baseball Gods.
Me: Wow, look who’s being Mr. Baseball now? I guess it’s true you do learn something new every day. Too bad I didn’t know something that you didn’t already know. =(
Blake: You did. The marriage with Marilyn, I didn’t know that.
I roll my eyes at the screen. He’s being nice because that’s worthless information.
Me: Well, it’s not really baseball trivia. I read it in People magazine one time. How are you doing tonight?
It’s time to see how this is going to go. He’s either going to answer or quit texting me.
Blake: Same as always. You?
It’s working. I think.
Me: I’m actually spending the night at my parents. Harmony and I drank a little bit more wine than usual at dinner. How’s the knee?
Keep him texting.
Blake: It’s been fine since the first time I went to see you. No trouble since.
Me: Tanner told me I have healing hands. LOL
Blake: I’ve heard. Told the team you had hands of a God or something, I think.
Me: He was moaning so loud on the table, people would have thought I was giving him something besides a massage. Plus, he doesn’t wear any underwear. SMH
Blake: I didn’t need to know that.
Me: Hey, sharing is caring LOL
I really do laugh out loud, picturing him scrunching his face.
Blake: Haha, I have to disagree with you on that one.
Me: Look at that. I got a HAHA from Blakey. My job here is done.
My cheeks are hurting thinking that I accomplished my goal.
Blake: Do you want a slice of pizza as your prize?
Me: Hell yes! I would like double cheese, thick crust, please. Don’t forget to sprinkle some parmesan cheese too.
Blake: Thanks, now I’m hungry
I laugh again.
Me: I’m in Germantown tonight or I’d invite myself to pizza with you.
Wait...damn it...I didn’t mean to say that. Why is there no delete button on texts? Damn you, iPhone.
Blake: Too bad you’re not inviting yourself. There’s a great little place two miles from my house.
Huh? Does he mean that? Good grief, Sofia stop acting like a horny teenager who’s talking to a boy for the first time. This dude’s already has had his tongue
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