Pitcher Perfect (Big Shots, #4)

by Tessa Bailey

“I’m sorry you saw that,” he rasped, in a tremendous understatement. “But I can’t change the things I did before I met you.” She took a step forward and stopped, her tone sincere when she said, “Of course not. And I wouldn’t want to change any part of what made you this Robbie. I fell for that Robbie.” He only half heard that statement, because the pieces that formed tonight were coming together. “And yet you saw this website and decided to go out with Madden, anyway. Was that to spite me, Skylar?” Her face was already in her hands. “Wow.” A huge part of him had expected her to say no. To give another explanation. There wasn’t one, though, and now a hook twisted inside of his chest cavity, making it very hard to breathe. Anger and resignation and regret caught him in the chin all at once. “Well,” he managed, staggering to his feet, getting his phone out of his back pocket and opening the Uber app, ordering a ride, so he wouldn’t have to borrow Skylar’s car. “Who’s the one who can’t be trusted now, huh?” She came closer, looking down at the screen of his phone and starting to breathe faster. “Please don’t go. I want you here.” “I want to be here, too, of course I do, because I love you. I love you, Skylar. But I’m fucking mad. And I feel empty and sick right now and you’re the one. You taught me to trust what I’m feeling and stop laughing everything off. So I can’t laugh at this. I can’t pretend I’m not feeling judged and punished when I just came here to love you.” “I’m so...