Pitcher Perfect (Big Shots, #4)

by Tessa Bailey

“Speaking of sleep,” Skylar said, sounding a touch out of breath, “I’m probably not going to get any this week. I’ve shared a bed before, but mostly as a kid at sleepovers or with my teammates at travel tournaments. And never someone your size.” “Thank you.” He winked down at her. “It is remarkable in size.” “I’m talking about your overall body size. Not your penis.” “We’ll have to talk about it eventually, Rocket. It’s on the calendar.” “We’ll cross the dick bridge when we get to it.” Robbie coughed a laugh. “Can Dick Bridge be our new team name?” “No, but we should have a new team name, right? Team Skeeve only makes sense when it’s me and Eve.” Decision visibly made, Skylar’s hold on his hand tightened and she turned, pulling Robbie back in the direction of the firepit. He dug in his heels. “You’re hot enough without catching on fire, Rocket.” She shot him a glance, insult loading, but realized at the last second that everyone had ceased their conversations to watch them interact. “Thanks, Redbeard.” “Redbeard and Rocket,” mused Vivica, elbowing a watchful Doug. “Cute.” “Is it, though?” Elton tilted his head, obnoxiously. “Is it?” Skylar pursed her lips. “Maybe you should catch on fire, Elt.” “I’d prefer that over watching you two canoodle.” “Mom, can we start deducting points every time Elton uses the word ‘canoodle’?”