Pitcher Perfect (Big Shots, #4)

by Tessa Bailey

“Oh my God,” Robbie said without moving his mouth. “Are they AI?” “No, but they are about to be freakishly nice to you. Don’t buy it. They are just sizing up the competition.” Skylar smiled and waved through the windshield, while gathering her phone and keys. “From this point forward everything—and I mean everything—you say will be used against you. Do you understand?” “Show no weaknesses. Ten four.” “Right. So . . .” The pulse at the base of her neck beat like a hummingbird’s wings. “From here on out, we’re a couple.” “We’re the couple.” “Robbie.” She put a hand on his arm before he could open the passenger door, a sweeping sense of responsibility pillowing in her stomach. “If this gets to be too weird or too much . . . either the competition or the pretending . . . I won’t hold it against you to bail, okay?” “Yes, you would.” “Yes, I would.” He reached across the front of the car and traced Skylar’s cheekbone with his thumb, his mossy eyes seeming to catalog her features one by one. “See? I know you already, don’t I?” “Wow.” She peeked at her parents out of the corner of her eye, noting they were riveted, and nuzzled her cheek into Robbie’s palm. “You might have missed your calling as a professional fake boyfriend.” “Fake. Yeah.” Chuckling, he took his hand back. “Shall we?” “Let the psychological warfare commence.”