Rosalie's Player(7)

By: Ella Jade

“Really?” She didn’t know why she was let down. It wasn’t as if she expected Holt to talk about her to his teammates, especially since she hadn’t given him any locker room fodder. “I guess we weren’t compatible.” She brought the beer to her lips, but then stopped because she wasn’t ready to taste it again. “I don’t know.”

“Holt’s compatible with everyone, at least for one night.”

“That’s probably why he didn’t hit it off with me.”


“It’s all good.” She laughed because she didn’t want to appear disappointed. “We weren’t on the same page.”

“I heard you’re coming on the road with us.”

“Not every away game, but Sage thought it would be fun for me to hang out this summer and help her. Pick out her clothes and manage her schedule. Things like that.”

“That’s cool.”

“Hey, you two.” Holt pulled up a seat from a vacant table and sat between them.

She spied some new black ink peeking out of the top of his shirt by his shoulder. His baseball cap was on backward, sporting the number thirty-six, his number, on the back. She caught the scent of his fresh soap and crisp aftershave. When she saw him on the mound tonight, he’d been sweaty and covered in brown dirt from sliding. He cleaned up nice she thought as she checked out his biceps popping out of his sleeves.

“Holt.” Her stomach did a flip when he smiled at her. Any thoughts of acting casual around him went right out of her head.

“This is a pleasant surprise, princess.”

She could smell the beer on his breath as he leaned in and kissed her cheek. When his stubble grazed her skin a charge of desire coursed through her.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back to Kingston? I would have arranged for a carriage to pick you up at the airport. You know, like a glass one or something.”

“Funny.” She chugged the sour beer, crinkling her nose as the cold liquid slipped down her throat.

“Ah, you know I’m just kidding.” He took the bottle from her. “Ryder, get the lady a martini. She doesn’t drink beer from a bottle.”

“I’m fine,” she said, encouraged he remembered she wasn’t a beer drinker. “I’m driving, so I really shouldn’t drink anything else.”

“I’ll get you home,” he offered.

“That’s sweet of you, but someone may have to get you home.”

“Maybe.” He downed half her beer. “You staying?”

“In Kingston?” Would he care? “For a few months while I figure out what I want to do with myself.”

“Perfect.” He touched the ends of her hair, gently tugging on them before pulling away. Even the most subtle of his actions made her insides jump to life. “I might like having you around.”

“You’re real smooth.” Ryder laughed. “It’s a good thing Rosie’s too smart for you.”

“Shouldn’t you be chasing after Casey Bennet? Rosalie and I would like to be alone.”

“Casey’s working.” He glanced in the direction of the pretty waitress. “Rosalie and I were in the middle of a conversation.”

“Go get a beer.” Holt nodded toward the bar. “You’re almost finished.”

“If you want to be alone, then just say it.” Ryder stood, taking his beer with him. “I’ll go hang out with Pax and Nic.”

“Good idea,” Holt said. “Don’t let them bore you with baby pictures and girlfriend talk.”

“Bye, Ryder.” Rosalie waved. “See you tomorrow.”

“Sure, Rosie.” He headed toward the bar. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“I thought he’d never leave.” Holt moved closer to her. “What’s tomorrow?”

“Ryder and I are going running by the lake.”

“I run.”

“Then come with us.” Maybe having him join her and Ryder would be a safer way to see him. Why did she want to see him at all?

“It’s a little too crowded for me,” he said. “What’s up with you two?”

“Nothing.” Did he care? “We’re just friends.”

“Since when?”

“Since I left in January.”

His expression held surprise as he strangled the neck of the bottle in his palm. Ryder must not have mentioned her.

“We’ve been texting the past few months. Ryder persuaded me to come back to Kingston. I could have gone to Italy with some friends for the summer.”

“But you chose Kingston instead?”