Sweet Spot: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (Bad Boys of Summer Book 2) by KB Winters Page A

for this argument right now.”
    “It doesn’t have to be an argument, Jo. All I said was maybe we could go take a look…”
    “Ugh. Daddy, you know that I don’t have plans on moving back to Texas anytime soon. There would be no point in you having a house built.”
    “JoJo, listen to me, I know you’re not happy up there in the city. Your mama said they got you fetching coffee like some kind of secretary. You didn’t go to school for all those years to be a damn secretary! And now, traveling all over the country, chasing a sports team? When was the last time you even watched a baseball game?”
    “More recently than you might think,” I argued, granted that was only because I’d been digging up intel on Trey. He didn’t need to know that part. “Regardless, Daddy, I also didn’t go to school and get my degree just to come home and settle down with some man from church! I don’t want that life. At least not right now. Please. Understand. It’s not like I’m out here strippin’ or something!”
    “Josephine Crawford!”
    I winced. “Well…I’m just sayin’…”
    “Listen, baby, I just want you to be happy and healthy, and I don’t think that running around, kissing up to your boss, making coffee runs, and praying for your big break will make you happy. Now, on the other hand, finding someone you love, getting married, and having a little family of your own. That there’s some happiness. That’s all I want for you.”
    “I know, Daddy,” I replied softly, my voice getting thick with emotion. “I just wish you could support me…”
    He sighed and I could picture the pained look in his eyes, the way his weathered skin would crinkle in around them. “I do, JoJo. But you’re my little girl. My princess. I want more for you.”
    “Well, if I nail this story, then Mr. Jones said that he’ll put me on air. Like, my own segment, Daddy! I’m so close to everything I’ve always wanted. I can taste it. And I’m not giving up now. Not in the last stretch. Can you please try to understand that?”
    “All right, JoJo. I didn’t mean to upset you. We can talk about it when you’re home.”
    I rolled my eyes. Talking to my daddy was like talking to a brick wall. He was old school and couldn’t imagine his baby girl actually wanted to have a career and make a name for herself. Most people would throw themselves at the chance he was offering. My own house, custom built, on my own patch of the family acreage. It would be a dream. I wouldn’t need to work or worry about money. But that didn’t hold any appeal to me. I imagined that if I took him up on his offer, I’d spend my days ambling around a massive house, wishing for something to do, and go chasing after a man just to have something to keep me occupied. There was nothing wrong with wanting to be a wife and mother. I wanted those things as well. Just not now. I was waiting for the right time, after my career picked up, and I could balance between my own life and passions and building a family with the right man.
    As of right now, my career was nowhere close to stable, and the only man on my radar was Trey—and he was hardly marriage material.
    “Okay, Daddy. We’ll talk. Tell Mama I love her and to stop fussing over my room.” I laughed, hoping to break the tension and get him to smile before we hung up.
    “All right, JoJo. I will. I love you.”
    “Love you too, Daddy.”
    We ended the call and I tossed the phone onto the bedside table again. There was no way I’d be able to go back to sleep, and after the talk with my dad, I had a lot of extra anxiety to burn off. So, I hauled my butt outta bed and pulled on some workout clothes and hoped that my shitty hotel at least had a gym somewhere.
    If I had any hope of staying away from that long-legged ballplayer, then I was going to have to find another outlet for my frustration.

Chapter Eleven
    Trey
    “You ready for tonight, Delgado?”
    I glanced up from lacing my shoes to find Robby Brown