Pitcher Perfect (Big Shots, #4)

by Tessa Bailey

“Bottom line is, I would like to be blindfolded. I’m indestructible. I can tape up and play on anything short of a broken limb.” “So can I. I have.” “I’m not saying I don’t believe you, but . . .” A light bulb went off in Skylar’s head. “The problem is you don’t trust me. As a teammate. Not yet.” Her attention hit a snag when Robbie stroked five fingers through his beard, as if settling in to listen to her explanation. What was the texture of that beard? What would it feel like against her cheeks and chin if—no, when they kissed? They were going to kiss, eventually. She’d blocked out a whole hour of time on Tuesday for exactly that. The fact that her blood pumped faster at the thought was alarming, to say the least. “Um. I think the best thing we can do to prepare for tomorrow is establish trust. As teammates, I mean.” “As opposed to . . .” “Trusting you as a man. Or a boyfriend. It would be a cold day in hell.” He shoved off the dresser, his face a mask of disbelief. “Excuse me? Are you implying that I wouldn’t be a trustworthy boyfriend?” “I’m not implying anything. I’m stating facts, just like you.” “Jesus, Skylar. My facts were flattering.” He paced right, then left, spearing her with a hard look all the while. “Granted, I haven’t been in a serious relationship, but if I was, if I liked someone enough to make her my girlfriend, I’d make sure I was all in. I wouldn’t do it halfway. When I commit to something, I do it a thousand percent.” “All right.” Guilt somersaulted ...