Pitcher Perfect (Big Shots, #4)

by Tessa Bailey

“Never again. She’s never doing the swimming challenge again. Or any other dangerous ones. Is everyone listening to me?” Having cocooned her as much as possible in various shades of terrycloth, Robbie caught her in a bear hug. “Please stop shaking. Please stop shaking.” “I’m okay.” “I’m not. You almost drowned because the Pages can’t sit in the living room and play charades like a normal family.” He looked all three Pages in the eye, one by one. “The need to continually prove herself is going to get her killed.” “Hold on just a damn second—” Doug blustered. “The games feed our competitive spirit. They’re ours,” Vivica insisted, but her eyes held a note of worry as she regarded her daughter. “Skylar, you enjoy them, don’t you?” “I don’t know,” Skylar said hesitantly, her voice muffled by Robbie’s neck. “I guess I don’t know anymore.” Several seconds of silence passed. Madden observed the ground, while Elton stared at his sister, as if trying to solve a puzzle. And Robbie was caught off guard by his own concern for the family. All of them. Maybe he’d been insensitive by pointing out the fatal Page flaws this morning. He didn’t regret it, though. His concern was Skylar and anything that had the potential to hurt her, physically or emotionally, needed to be addressed. This is what Sig meant. About no one working harder to make her happy. I get it. Holy shit. I’m capable of learning.