“Batting cages?” I ask when I see what’s in front of us. “Yeah.” He gives my hand a gentle squeeze. “I wanted to share a part of who I am with you. Not Easton the major leaguer, but Easton the guy who grew up loving the sport. The guy who spent more time at the batting cages than he did anywhere else. I also thought that if Paisley ended up coming with us, she would have fun too.” “You were serious?” I ask. I thought he was just being nice saying that P could tag along. “Of course I was. She’s a part of you, Larissa.”
