Page 26 of On Her Team
“Addy is a songwriter?” Nolan asks.
“Yeah, she wants to sell her songs.” And she will. They’re too amazing to stay hidden in her notebook.
“You should contact Jerry,” Corbin says.
“Jerry?”
“The music producer. We met him at the fundraiser for CTE.”
I remember the fundraiser for chronic traumatic encephalopathy. The degenerative disease linked to dementiais a huge concern for players who suffer multiple concussions. But I don’t remember meeting a man named Jerry.
“Do you have his information?”
Corbin pulls out his phone. “I’ll text it to you.”
I nod my thanks. Addy is going to be beyond excited to be connected to a producer. I can’t wait to tell her. Maybe she’ll thank me with a kiss.
I thought she was going to kiss me at the library. My cock twitches at the memory. But we were interrupted before I got a chance to taste her lips. I bet my little songbird tastes sweet. Sweeter than anything I’ve tasted before.
“Someone struck out!” Tanner yells as Brock makes his way toward us.
Brock grunts. “Can’t strike out when you don’t go to bat.”
Tanner snorts. “Please. You were practically drooling on the poor surfing instructor.”
“I don’t drool,” Brock grumbles.
“I’ve seen you, Mr. Grumpy. You drool all the time when you sleep on planes.”
“There’s no privacy with you around.”
Corbin nods. “I’ve been saying this for ages.”
Tanner rolls his eyes. “Because you’re locked up tighter than a piece of coal about to become a diamond.”
Corbin grunts. He knows better than to argue with Tanner. Tanner will continue arguing long after it’s obvious he’s lost. Except it’s not obvious to him since he keeps running his mouth.
“Bye, Dad!” Jace waves as he races past us.
“Where’s Jace going?” I ask.
“May is taking him go-karting.”
“You don’t want to go with?” Brock doesn’t have much time with his son during the season. Usually, they spend every moment together during the off-season to make up for it.
“You’re letting a stranger watch your kid?” Nolan asks.
Brock stands. “Maybe I should go with.”
“Crash!” Tanner hollers after him. “Another one falls!”
“For someone who doesn’t believe in love, you sure see it everywhere,” Nolan says.
Tanner’s nose wrinkles. “I believe in love.”
I raise my eyebrows. “You have love and sex confused.”
He waggles his eyebrows. “At least I’m getting some.”
