Felix (The Ninth Inning #1) by Lindsay Paige, Mary Smith Page A

see you tonight.” I rush off to the car.
    “Who’s that nerd?” LA asks as she pulls away.
    “He’s not a nerd. That’s Warren.” I buckle my seatbelt.
    “Good thing you’re not seeing him anymore.”
    “Who says I’m not? Actually, I have a date with him tonight,” I inform her.
    “Wait, what happened to Felix?”
    “I’m seeing him tomorrow night.”
    “All right.” LA pulls the car over and throws the gearshift into park. She turns to me and stares me down. “Where is Abigail?”
    “Huh?”
    “My little sister doesn’t date two guys. Where is my sister?”
    “Really, LA?” I roll my eyes. “I’m not dating both of them. I’m just seeing them. Besides, I’m not sure how things will go with either of them. They know I have dates with another guy. I’m not lying to them.”
    LA shakes her head. “I don’t know. I think you need to dump Mr. Nerd and date Mr. Hottie-Baseball-Player.”
    “Leigh Ann, stop please. You’re the one who’s always bitching that I’m not out doing stuff with the opposite gender. Now that I am, you’re mad? Make up your mind, lady!” I raise my voice to her.
    LA raises one brow. “Who are you? Have hit your head lately?”
    “Stop, LA. If anything gets serious with one and not the other, I promise I won’t string one along like some girls would. I’m not like that. Right now, I’m having dinner with male friends and that’s it. Okay?”
    LA stares at me for a few moments, and I’m not sure what she’s thinking. I don’t think I’ve seen LA silent before and it scares me a little. She knows I’m not that girl who has numerous boyfriends and pits them against each other. I would never do that. Warren knows about Felix and Felix knows about Warren. There’s nothing serious on either end. Hell, if I don’t send reminder text to Felix, he won’t even show up.
    “My vote is for Felix.”
    I roll my eyes. “Of course it is and I’ll take it into consideration. Now, will you please take me home? I have a date to get ready for.” LA groans, but she does put the car in drive.
    When I arrive at my apartment, I dump my books out and quickly run a mental check to make sure that I have nothing to do right then. Surprisingly, I don’t have anything and I feel a small ping of accomplishment. I lay out my outfit for the night and jump in the shower.
    When I’m done, I wipe away the steam on the mirror. My hair is up, twisted in the towel, and my robe is tied tightly around me. I walk into my bedroom and see my phone flashing.
     
    Felix: Have fun on your date with the bad-kisser
     
    Ugh! Why did I even tell him?
     
    Me: Thanks. Have a good game.
     
    I send the reply and then go back to getting ready. As I dry my hair, I think about Felix and his lips. And his body. And his eyes. Oh, shit, now I’m wishing I could see him naked. I turn off the hair dryer and try to focus on putting on my makeup. I wonder if Felix likes girls who wear a lot of makeup or if he’s the type to like a ‘natural’ girl. I bet he’s a big boob guy. Well, then he definitely wouldn’t like me and my B-cups.
    Why am I thinking about Felix? I’m going on a date with Warren. I try to think of Warren being naked. He’s not in bad shape. Obviously, he isn’t as big as Felix, but he has muscles and a strong body. I’m sure he isn’t cut like Felix either, but I bet the pictures I saw were photoshopped. I’m certain Felix doesn’t look that good under that baseball jersey. Then again, I’ve seen him in a tank top when he’s running. Maybe he is that built.
    I slip on my black dress pants and my light pink blouse. I don’t know what Warren has planned, so I choose flats instead of heels. I check my phone again and there’s no reply from Felix, but as I look at the time, I’m sure he’s warming up for the game. I hope he does well tonight since he’s pitching and I’m not there.
    What difference does it make if I’m there or not? Oh right, I’m the lucky charm. I laugh out