Pitcher Perfect (Big Shots, #4)

by Tessa Bailey

“I’m going to be blindfolded. You’ll lead me through the headphones.” “I—” She wrinkled her nose. “Why are you automatically the blindfolded one?” “A couple of reasons.” He uncrossed his arms in order to count on his fingers. “One, there’s no way I’ll be able to sit still during any competition. Just thinking about it makes me squirm.” He shuddered. “And two, you could step in a gopher hole and twist your ankle or some shit and I wouldn’t be able to handle it, especially considering I’d be the one giving you directions.” Okay, that she hadn’t seen coming. As soon as his words sank in, her right eye started to twitch. “You’re worried I’m going to get hurt?” He studied her in silence. “Why do I feel like I just stepped in it?” “Because you did.” Slowly, Skylar skirted around the edge of the bed in his direction. “Remember when you asked me on a date during the baseball game? Same thing, Redbeard.” Stopping in front of him, she poked him between those hard pecs. “If we want a chance to win, you have to quit treating me like less of a competitor because I’m a girl.” “I hear what you’re saying, but . . .” His attention dragged along the curve of her right hip and back up her center to the notch of her throat. “I can’t pretend you’re not softer, shorter, and a hell of a lot prettier than me.”