The Newcomer (Thunder Point) by Robyn Carr Read Free Book Online Page B

playing first base, a change from his usual position as pitcher but just as natural for him. He played four more innings and was up to bat four times—two base hits, a double and a home run just while the Thunder Point contingent was there. He was magnificent; he had the stadium on their feet. Then the game ended and Oregon State had shut out Arizona. Ashley was on her feet, screaming herself hoarse for Downy and the team at every play. The stands were full and the sun was setting, the stadium lights coming on before all was said and done.
    People were streaming out of the stadium when Ashley said, “I want to see him.”
    Eve stopped short. “What for? Ashley, what for?”
    “I just want to tell him, good game. That’s all.”
    “No, Ash. I don’t think you should,” Eve said.
    “What can it hurt? Landon? What can it hurt?”
    Eve shook her head. “He hasn’t called you,” she said. “It’s going to hurt.”
    “Maybe. Maybe not,” Ashley said, stalking off toward the exit. But rather than heading for Landon’s car in the parking lot, she walked around the stadium. She looked over her shoulder at Landon and Eve. “I know where the locker room and exit is—back here,” she said. She put a little skip in her step as she headed down the walk toward the back.
    She had good instincts—she found what she was looking for. It wasn’t exactly an original idea. There were quite a few students waiting back there. Also, a player’s bus was parked off to the side—probably for the Arizona team, taking them either to a hotel or the airport, or perhaps even home.
    People were loitering, standing around and leaning against cars, waiting for the players to come out. The first couple of guys came out and were greeted by friends and girlfriends with whoops, cheers, high fives and kisses. A few more emerged and got into the Arizona bus. Ashley stood back, waiting. She couldn’t help it, she twisted her hands a little bit. All she wanted in life was for Downy to see her and be as thrilled as he had been in the old days.
    More players came out—a big rush of them, duffels in hand, shoes dangling by the laces—all of them still pumped from the game.
    “Dupre?” Downy shouted, noticing Landon and rushing over to him, hand outstretched. “What are you doing here, buddy?”
    Landon took the hand. “We came up to see you play. Great game.” Then he inclined his head toward Ashley.
    And Downy frowned. “Oh, man. This isn’t good.”
    “She wanted to see you play,” Landon said.
    “Hey, Ash.”
    She stepped forward, smiling, still holding her hands together, trying to keep them still, praying. A few weeks ago she would have thrown herself into his arms and he would have lifted her and kissed her silly. “Downy,” she said smiling tremulously. “Good game.”
    “Thanks,” he said. “You shouldn’t be here.”
    “Why? You used to love it when I came to your games.”
    He dropped his duffel and looked at her harshly and she felt her lips quiver. “I’m sorry things didn’t work out. You have to stop now. Stop calling and texting all the time. Don’t come to the games.”
    “Can’t we be friends?” she asked, her eyes tearing. “We’ve known each other since we were about five.”
    He pulled his phone out of his pocket, clicked a little and held it toward her so she could see the million texts and pictures she’d sent him. “This is not friendly. This is just about harassment.”
    “Well, forgive me for living,” she snapped. “I thought you might appreciate some friends coming to your—”
    “Downy!” a female yelled. “Baby!” And the tall, slim, dark-haired girl from the frat house threw herself on him, wrapping her legs around his waist and hugging his neck. “You are such a stud! ” she yelled against his shoulder.
    Her, Ashley thought. It’s still her.
    “Selena,” he said, gently putting her on her feet. She looked a little confused when he put her down. “Some of my friends from