Pitcher Perfect (Big Shots, #4)

by Tessa Bailey

Before she could enter the ruckus, Robbie ducked his way out of the brawl with a supreme air of nonchalance, as if he hadn’t been the one to instigate it. He bent his knees, tossed her into a fireman’s hold over his shoulder, ignoring the way she pounded on his concrete-reinforced back, trying to free herself so she could get a piece of at least one Bearcat. “Put me down,” she shouted through her teeth. “Let me save you,” he called up to her, making an oof sound when she punched him in the butt. “If someone accidentally hit you, this would go from a friendly Saturday morning brawl to an emergency room visit for a lot of baseball players.” “You started it!” “Your brother threw the first punch.” “You deserved it.” “Maybe so, Rocket, but let’s focus on what’s important.” “Like what?” “Look where I’m standing.” Skylar twisted around to judge their location. His feet were planted firmly on first base. He’d won the bet. She sagged in defeat.