“Hey, Cadence? Did you see me knock it out of the ballpark?” “Really?” She tips her head back as the bill of the cap is covering her face too much. “Hadn’t noticed,” she teases. Her gaze lowers slowly, taking me in from top to toe. “I was too busy objectifying you in those pants. No one told me baseball pants were so sexy.” My face flames a thousand watts again. “I’m turning around now, Cadence. See you at six.” “I’m going to objectify you again as you walk away.” She laughs and I swivel for the training center as I give her a backhand wave.
