Colby (Season Two: The Ninth Inning #6) by Lindsay Paige, Mary Smith Read Free Book Online

nice way of saying you wouldn’t want me to watch you?”
    I shake my head. “No, I would enjoy you being there, but it’s not like professional baseball, and I’m afraid you’d get bored after a while.”
    “Bored watching baseball? Bored watching you play? Highly unlikely scenarios, Ariella.”
    “Okay. I have a game this Saturday. I’m not sure if you’re busy or have a game, but you’re more than welcome. I will warn you my parents never miss a game. You’ll have to deal with them.” I invite him because I’m sure he’s busy and just being nice saying he’ll come to the game.
    “Don’t think they won’t spot me?”
    “Oh, they will. Also, you might want to know how crazy my parents are. They did a background check on you. And yes, you heard me correctly.” I’m counting to ten in my head, and I’m sure he’ll bolt at any second.
    “That should sort of help my case, right? Since my record is clean?”
    I wipe my mouth and hands with the wet-nap, because I need a second to process this. “I just told you my parents ran a background check and your response is: it’ll help your case. Not the answer I thought I was going to get. I’m waiting for you to run away now.”
    “You already warned me how they were, and I’d be more surprised if they didn’t at this point. Your family won’t scare me off. I don’t scare easily.” His brown eyes are shining, and he makes me smile, again.
    “Color me impressed, Colby. I’m glad you’re not running away, and if you aren’t busy Saturday, please don’t feel obligated to come to the game.”
    “I’m not busy, and I will most definitely be there. So, which position do you play?” He goes back to the wings.
    I groan, taking another sip of my beer. “Well, if I didn’t sound like a crazy person while ago, this might be the icing on the cake. I play third base. But, I’ve had that position since I started in the league, so it’s not because of you.” Sure, Ariella, keep telling him you’re not crazy, because that makes you sound like you’re crazy.
    Colby laughs and shakes his head. “I don’t think you’re crazy, and just because you happen to play the same position wouldn’t make me think so either. I’m excited about seeing you play.”
    “My parents are the loudest supporters.” I feel as if I need to warn him again. “Even when I played in college, I had no doubt in my mind where they were sitting because I could hear them all over the field.” The memories cause me to smile. “But, I wouldn’t trade them in for anything.”
    “They sound like great parents. Mine were the same way at first, but they’d rather kick back and relax instead of being too engrossed in the game.”
    “My sister is the same way; she’s not one to cheer. Duke is the worst on the team. Every game is game seven of the World Series to him.” He takes it all to heart.
    Colby leans back in the booth and takes a drink. He is still wearing a sexy grin. “Is he good though?”
    “Yes. He’s really good, but so competitive.”
    “What about you? Are you competitive? Or you just enjoy being able to play?”
    “I love the game, and sure, I’m bummed if we don’t win, but I’m going to punch a water cooler or crack a bat over my knee. I’m not to that level.” I’m full of wings and finish off my second beer. I wipe my hands and Colby seems to be watching my every move.
    “Ah, gotcha. So, when I end up meeting all of them, what are some tips you could give me? Should I bring some signed Angels stuff, or will they think I’m trying to bribe them?”
    He seems serious as if he’s really going to come. Colby Wilson at my game is almost hard to fathom, but at the same time, I’m already antsy knowing he’ll be in the stands.
    “ If you did, my dad and Duke would love you right off the bat. Mom is the hard nut to crack. It’ll be like you’re giving a deposition by the time she’s through with you.”
    “Noted. Do they have a favorite