Pitcher Perfect (Big Shots, #4)

by Tessa Bailey

“We’ve established that you like women and women like you. Hooking up is pretty much your specialty.” In her periphery, she noticed Robbie’s shoulders slump ever so slightly, but couldn’t imagine why. He’d bragged about this exact truth a matter of days ago. “Maybe you could teach me to do the things . . . that women do to attract you?” She glanced over to gauge his reaction, but found his expression blank. The only telling movement was the heavy rise and fall of his chest. “I thought . . . I mean, I want to be better than how I’ve been, Rocket—” “Oh, I hope you didn’t misunderstand me before,” she rushed to say. “There’s no shame in having as many partners as you want, as long as they’re treated with respect, you know? And, um . . . well. There’s also no reason all that experience and knowledge in your head couldn’t be harnessed for the greater good, right?” “Greater good,” Robbie repeated slowly. “Meaning . . . ?” “Meaning, if you say yes to . . . teaching me some moves, the best part is that you won’t— you don’t get attached. It’s guilt free.” Skylar gave a rueful laugh. “And come on, it’s for a worthy cause.” Brow puckered, Robbie stared out at the highway, his white-knuckled fist gripping the strap of his seat belt. Uh-oh. Any second now he’d ask to be taken home. “I strongly disagree with the way you’re making yourself sound like a charity case, Skylar,” he said instead. “And I don’t . . . I don’t want you to have moves that other girls have.” “Why?” “I don’t know!” ...