Summer Swing

Summer Swing by Delia Delaney Read Free Book Online

Book: Summer Swing by Delia Delaney Read Free Book Online
Authors: Delia Delaney
reading that. So what’s that one?” he asked, pointing to the papers that I’d just slid into a folder.
    “That’s one I’m working on for next month, when July hits .”
    He raised his eyebrows. “Oh, yeah? You start them that early?”
    “Yes, that way I can make sure I’ve got all my bases covered. And if there’s any type of follow up I need to do, I still have the time.”
    He slowly nodded his head. “ Hm ,” was all he said.
    He left without saying anything further, and I let out a breath of air. The new producer at the station was sometimes a little abrupt, and after two months, I was still trying to get used to him.
    A minute later he returned. “Ellie, how would you feel about doing the reviews on air, starting next week? The morning show is having a great response from listeners about your written reviews on the website, and we’d like to try adding you as a voice. Just to see how it goes at first,” he added. What he meant to say was, “If you suck at it, you’re fired.”
    “Well I would really love that,” I replied. “What are we looking at? Still weekly?”
    “Mm, not sure yet. I guess it depends on how we go about this. You’re out of school so you can change your hours to weekday mornings, right?”
    “Yes, I can do that.”
    “Okay,” he said, glancing at his watch, “I’m meeting w ith Ken in ten minutes. Will you join us?”
    “Yep, I’ll be there.”
    “My office,” he said over his shoulder as he left.
    I sat for a moment, elation beginning to brew. On air! I was so excited. I enjoyed doing what I already did, but I was looking forward to something more. I knew it was only going to be a two -minute blip, but I didn’t care. It was a start.
    I headed over to Gage’s house after work (I stopped calling it “Wyatt’s house” because it sounded weird when I only went there to see Gage). It was sort of my habit to go there after work because by the time I returned home to Lake Oswego to change and then return back to Portland, it took me an extra hour. I started just bringing extra clothes with me to change into after work.
    W e had plans to go out with Dawn and Wyatt for dinner. They wer e at the house when I arrived, making out on the couch.
    “Gage is in his room,” Wyatt barely said through my sister’s face.
    I made my way down the hall and stood in the doorway to his bedroom. He was sitting on the bed in just a pair of shorts watching the television. When I took a closer look , I could tell it was of someone’s batting practice.
    “Hey, there,” I greeted.
    He turned around and smiled at me. “Hey. I didn’t hear you come in.” He stood up and put a shirt on, and then came to give me a kiss. “How was work?”
    “Good,” I grinned. I told him about the new changes coming up and he was excited for me. Then I asked, “How was practice? And how are your new teammates?”
    “Good. We’re kind of starting to get familiar with each other, but I think it’s going to take some time. Maybe half the season, even,” he chuckled. “It’s different trying to mesh with a bunch of new guys in just a week , but I think we’ll do okay. We’ve even got a couple more guys coming up sometime next week from California that are going to be joining us. Another pitcher and another infielder .”
    “And how is your pitching going?”
    “Pretty good. Struck out seven batters today, just on sliders .”
    “I don’t know if that’s good or not,” I admitted with a laugh.
    “Aw man, didn’t your brother teach you anything?” he teased, giving me a playful shove.
    “Yeah, to stay away from pitchers,” I smiled.
    “Is that something you want to do?” he asked knowingly. He pulled me close again and kissed me some more .
    “No, not as long as it’s you,” I said, sliding my arms around his waist. We kissed for a bit longer, and then I asked, “Uh, don’t you need to get ready? Or is that what you’re wearing to dinner?”
    “This is what I’m wearing to

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