The Rookie: Book 2 The Last Play Series by Taylor Hart Page B

still thirty bucks. These are a hot commodity these days—vinyl is back!”
    Knowing he was getting worked over, but not caring, Legend pulled out his credit card. “Sounds good.”
    The guy pointed at him. “You’re that football guy, aren’t you?”
    “Nope.” Legend used Charity’s explanation. “I should totally do a look alike blog though because I get asked all the time.”
    Mr. Seventies frowned and ran his card. “Totally.”
    Legend walked out of the store with a sack full of food and her grandpa’s favorite album. Dang it if he wasn’t smiling, too. He just had to make one more stop. Luckily, he remembered where she’d hidden her grandfather’s house key.

Chapter 16
    C harity woke from her nap to the sound of rustling. Jolting out of the chair, she toppled over the notebook and pen she’d bummed off of the hospital staff to start her article.
    “Sorry.” Legend said, holding two bags and her grandfather’s record player.
    Unbelieving, she stood. For a brief second she couldn’t speak. His rain-scented cologne smelled so good. All sane thoughts had fled, gone on vacation. They could have taken up residence in Bermuda for all she knew. All she could focus on were his eyes. That deep green. The color of the ocean she’d only seen in pictures or in documentaries. For some reason in his eyes she had a clear vision of that water, the sand smashed in between her toes, the sun, the happiness of what it would be like with him next to her. “What are you doing here?”
    He got out the record player, put it on a chair, and plugged it in. “I’m like being a friend or something. Since we’re friends now, remember?” Pausing, he gave her a wide grin.
    Her heart rate accelerated like she’d just run a fifty-yard sprint.
    He took the other bag from her hands and pulled out some Styrofoam containers. “I got you something to eat because we jumped out of a plane this morning, and you’re probably starving.” He shoved it at her and then handed her a fork. “And don’t give me some crap about how you don’t eat carbs because those pancakes are way too good and you’re way too skinny.”
    Taking it, she could only marvel at him. “I can’t believe you.”
    “What?”
    She blinked, not knowing how to express her feelings. Not knowing how to tell him that at every turn he impressed her. She looked down at the record player. “How did you get that?”
    He shrugged and opened the other bag he had, pulling out a record. “I thought Grandpa might want to listen to his favorite album. So I did the stalker thing you like so much and got the key from where I saw you get it last night.”
    Now she was crying. Feelings of wonder and gratitude mixed together like the colors on a painter’s wheel that would eventually make a perfect picture. “I…” she choked back the emotion.
    Hesitating, he gently took her into a hug. “C’mon, Rook. You know I’m just doing this all for the article.”
    She jerked out a laugh. “Yes, I know how much you like to please the press.”
    He held her tightly for a second before letting go and moving to the record player, turning on the power button. “Honestly, I’ve never worked one of these before.”
    Putting down her food, she moved next to him. She set the record on down and carefully placed the needle on it.
    Music blared out at full blast. They both jumped, and she turned it down. Then they looked at each other and burst out laughing. He lightly grabbed her shoulder. “Shh, we’re going to get kicked out of the hospital being the rowdy hippies that we are.”
    Looking down at his hand, she swallowed and then looked back to his eyes, feeling way more than scared of getting kicked out.
    Casually, he took away his hand, and a slow smiled filled his face. “The guy at the record store said vinyl is coming back.”
    Liking this thing, whatever it was between them, she smiled back. “It totally is.”
    “Oh, and I have my agent working on getting you your job