Page 212 of The Path to Loving Him
I smile, shaking my head, because the obsession is real. Hell, it’s real for me too. I can’t even blame Mac. I have a deep-rooted obsession for Gabby too.
“Who do you think is better at baseball, me or Gabby?” I ask.
“Gabby, of course,” Mac answers.
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because I know.”
“Ah, okay. Hard evidence.”
“Huh?”
“Nothing.” I chuckle as she rests her head against my shoulder.
“Where is, uh . . . what’s the brother called?”
The brother.
I hold back my laughter.
“Gabby’s brother’s name is Bennett. And he’s at third base.”
“Where’s third?”
I point out at the field. “See that guy right there, close to the base on the far left?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s him.”
“He looks small.”
“That’s because he’s far away from us. Up close, he’s tall. Like me.”
“You’ve met him?”
“Yes,” I answer. “I used to coach him.”
“Really?”
“Yup. Pretty cool, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s cool?” Gabby asks as she takes a seat next to me. I wrap my arm around her, and she moves in close despite the armrest between us.
“That I used to coach Bennett.”
“He did,” Gabby confirms. “But I taught Bennett everything he knows.” She says it in a teasing tone, but I know she’s right.
“Because you’re better at baseball than Uncle Dad.”
Gabby lightly chuckles. “That is very true, so much better.”
I give her a look that just makes her smile before she plants a kiss on my cheek.
And then we all turn our attention to the field, where we watch the Bombers play out the first inning.
