“Gentlemen, please serve as witnesses,” boomed his obnoxiously deep voice. “If I make it on base, me and the pitcher have a coffee and orange juice date at a TBD location.” Madden spat, yanked his face mask back into place, and dropped to his haunches. She wasn’t imagining this, right? Mad was jealous over her. “I’m not worried,” Elton drawled. “She won’t let you make it on base.” No. She wouldn’t. She had far too much pride for that.
