Pitcher Perfect (Big Shots, #4)

by Tessa Bailey

“I should have called you sooner. I just wanted to get this new apartment. Show you how serious I am. And then I saw you with my mother last night and I realized I’ve barely been breathing since the last time we were together.” Robbie rolled their foreheads together. “I don’t want to fight ever again, all right?” Skylar’s laugh was watery. “We’re definitely going to fight, Redbeard.” “No.” He slanted his mouth over hers, both of them moaning at the contact. “No. And I get to win this argument, because I just drove five hours thinking you’d be dangling over a cliff when I got here.” “I’m sorry for being dramatic. I’m dramatic over you.” “Fine. You win the argument.” He shook her a little. “God, I love you.” “Robbie, I love you so much.” He searched her eyes. “Enough to move in with me?” “Already? That’s . . . that’s crazy . . .” A low grunt of frustration. “How about your own set of keys and a giant-ass closet?” “Still crazy.” A blissful laugh burst out of her. “But I’ll make a pro-con list in my planner.” “Great. Let’s do it right now. We’ll start with the pro side. If you have clothes at my place, you’re more likely to sleep over. Which means I’ll get to hold you at night. God, I miss holding you. I thought I knew how much I would, but it’s worse. I can protect you, too. You know how seriously I’m going to take that job? I’ll walk you home, all the way to your door. I’ll kiss you when you’ve had a bad day. Make you laugh. And I know, I know you’re going to do all that for...