think if the listeners knew what you looked like, they’d enjoy picturing your beautiful face right along with listening to your beautiful voice. Just like I did. ”
“Hmm, I think you’re just biased.”
“Oh, no,” he insisted with a shake of his head. “This entire city would agree with me. And I think my teammates are also havi ng a good time looking you over right now .”
He wasn’t even looking at any of them, but I glanced over to the dugout and several of them were standing there staring at us and having little conversations with eac h other. I wished he hadn’t brought it to my attention because it made me feel really insecure.
“Well you’d better go set things straight and inform them that staring is rude.”
“Is it? Then I apologize because I can’t ever stop staring at you.”
“Pssh, get out of here,” I told him, playfully shoving him away. “You’d better focus on that catcher’s glove. Mitt?”
He chuckled. “Kiss me so I can start focusing.”
I did kiss him, but I couldn’t help but wonder how many people were actually watching. “Do your best,” I told him.
With a smile he nodded, and then joined his team in the dugout.
I sat down by myself, except for the other people that were scattered along the bleachers around me. My sister and Wyatt sat down next to me just as the ga me was about to start, and I was glad they were there. For one, I just liked having my sister with me, and another, they answered any questions I had about the game.
Gage was doing really well through the third inning. The other team hadn’t even gotten a hit off of him, and he’d struck out four batters already. I was returning his smile when he came back to the dugout before the bottom of the third, but just as he disappeared to his bench , another face appeared in my line of sight. It was Dr. Farrell , and I was scared that he thought I was smiling at him when he saw me.
With his own smile, he made his way up the three rows of bleachers and actually sat down right next to me . I was all by myself at the moment because Wyatt and Dawn had left for a trip to the concession stand.
“Hello, Ellie. It’s a small world, eh ? My little brother is on the opposing team.”
“Hmm , really? Don’t Europeans play cricket or something? Not baseball?”
He laughed. “Are you really going to stereotype us?” When I didn’t respond he asked, “So I see the boyfriend’s arm is doing okay. It doesn’t seem to be giving him any trouble.”
“Yeah, it’s doing fine.”
“His doctor’s clearance was sufficient?” he asked with a tiny smile. I barely smiled as a reply and he added, “Ah, so he didn’t really need it.”
“No, he did. His coach kind of ha d a cow when he saw Gage’s arm. H e’s a real hot-tempered sort of guy and was going to make him see a nother doctor.”
“They were stitches, for bloody sake,” he chuckled.
“It looked disgusting,” I scowled.
“Well, I was almost disappointed that you held yourself together so well in the ER. I was hoping to tend you as a patient as well.”
“And how old are you?” I had to know. “Because aren’t most doctors—when they have that ‘doctor’ title— in their thirties or something?”
He chuckled. “Possibly. But when you start your schooling early enough, you find yourself ge tting your feet wet soon enough as well. I finished university and began in the ER right away. I’ve only lived in the states for about a year. Brought my little brother with me so he could play the manly American version of cricket.”
“I’m amused, but you still didn’t answer my question.”
“Oh, my age. I’m somewhere between twenty and thirty.”
“Thanks for narrowing that down.”
He smiled and said, “Okay, I’m exactly between twenty and thirty.”
I didn’t respond as I considered the piece of information. I watched the game for a minute before I turned to him and asked, “Did you really tell Gage that you thought I
“Hmm, I think you’re just biased.”
“Oh, no,” he insisted with a shake of his head. “This entire city would agree with me. And I think my teammates are also havi ng a good time looking you over right now .”
He wasn’t even looking at any of them, but I glanced over to the dugout and several of them were standing there staring at us and having little conversations with eac h other. I wished he hadn’t brought it to my attention because it made me feel really insecure.
“Well you’d better go set things straight and inform them that staring is rude.”
“Is it? Then I apologize because I can’t ever stop staring at you.”
“Pssh, get out of here,” I told him, playfully shoving him away. “You’d better focus on that catcher’s glove. Mitt?”
He chuckled. “Kiss me so I can start focusing.”
I did kiss him, but I couldn’t help but wonder how many people were actually watching. “Do your best,” I told him.
With a smile he nodded, and then joined his team in the dugout.
I sat down by myself, except for the other people that were scattered along the bleachers around me. My sister and Wyatt sat down next to me just as the ga me was about to start, and I was glad they were there. For one, I just liked having my sister with me, and another, they answered any questions I had about the game.
Gage was doing really well through the third inning. The other team hadn’t even gotten a hit off of him, and he’d struck out four batters already. I was returning his smile when he came back to the dugout before the bottom of the third, but just as he disappeared to his bench , another face appeared in my line of sight. It was Dr. Farrell , and I was scared that he thought I was smiling at him when he saw me.
With his own smile, he made his way up the three rows of bleachers and actually sat down right next to me . I was all by myself at the moment because Wyatt and Dawn had left for a trip to the concession stand.
“Hello, Ellie. It’s a small world, eh ? My little brother is on the opposing team.”
“Hmm , really? Don’t Europeans play cricket or something? Not baseball?”
He laughed. “Are you really going to stereotype us?” When I didn’t respond he asked, “So I see the boyfriend’s arm is doing okay. It doesn’t seem to be giving him any trouble.”
“Yeah, it’s doing fine.”
“His doctor’s clearance was sufficient?” he asked with a tiny smile. I barely smiled as a reply and he added, “Ah, so he didn’t really need it.”
“No, he did. His coach kind of ha d a cow when he saw Gage’s arm. H e’s a real hot-tempered sort of guy and was going to make him see a nother doctor.”
“They were stitches, for bloody sake,” he chuckled.
“It looked disgusting,” I scowled.
“Well, I was almost disappointed that you held yourself together so well in the ER. I was hoping to tend you as a patient as well.”
“And how old are you?” I had to know. “Because aren’t most doctors—when they have that ‘doctor’ title— in their thirties or something?”
He chuckled. “Possibly. But when you start your schooling early enough, you find yourself ge tting your feet wet soon enough as well. I finished university and began in the ER right away. I’ve only lived in the states for about a year. Brought my little brother with me so he could play the manly American version of cricket.”
“I’m amused, but you still didn’t answer my question.”
“Oh, my age. I’m somewhere between twenty and thirty.”
“Thanks for narrowing that down.”
He smiled and said, “Okay, I’m exactly between twenty and thirty.”
I didn’t respond as I considered the piece of information. I watched the game for a minute before I turned to him and asked, “Did you really tell Gage that you thought I
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