ever intended to use it.
His name lit up my screen. He was calling me. He had said he would call, but I hadn’t believed he ever would. Why was he calling?
“Is it him?” Momma’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and I glanced up at her curious expression. I simply nodded.
“Well, you gonna answer it or stare at it?”
She was right. I needed to answer it. I wanted to answer it. Didn’t I? Nervously, I slid my finger across the screen and lifted the phone to my ear. “Hello.”
A pause. One just long enough to cause my stomach to drop. I had waited too long to answer.
“Jess?” Jason’s voice replied on the other end. It was him.
“Yes.”
“Hey, it’s Jason. Seems you left your bat in my car again,” he said in an amused tone.
My small amount of joy plummeted. Of course. He was calling about the bat. It was why he had come back yesterday. “Oh. I’m . . . Yeah. Sorry about that.”
“What are you doing today?” he asked.
“I have a class. I’m taking some summer courses,” I replied.
He didn’t reply right away. It was almost as if he was surprised. “What about later? Tonight?”
I knew I should tell him he could drop the bat off and that my mom would be here. But I didn’t want to. I wanted to see him again. “I have to go to my cousin’s kid’s football game. He’s eleven and he asked me to come. Rock would also come get me and drag me there by my hair if he thought I was going to let his boy down. But . . .” I stopped myself. Should I invite him? Was that stupid? It was a youth football league game.
“I like football,” Jason said.
“Oh, well, then would you like to come . . . with me?” I had never been this nervous with a guy in my life. But then, I had never asked a guy to something that didn’t involve me ending up in the back of his truck later.
“Love to. What time should I pick you up?”
He wasn’t going to meet me there. He was going to take me. I stared at my mom, who was watching me with a pleased grin on her face. I couldn’t think like her. It would get me hurt. I had to remember who this was I was talking to. He wasn’t permanent.
“Six,” I finally told him.
“I’ll see you at six,” he replied. “Have a good day, Jess.”
“Uh, yeah, um, you too,” I stammered, before hanging up the phone and letting it fall to the table.
“So, he invited himself to the game. Guess he ain’t so outta your league after all. But he’s just for fun. Enjoy him, baby girl, but remember he’s just a man. He’ll marry a girl with a trust fund. Watch your heart.”
I looked up at her, suddenly confused. “I thought you were all for me landing a wealthy man.”
She frowned. “There’s wealthy and there’s filthy rich. He’s just your Logan. Don’t forget that.”
Who was Logan? I started to ask and changed my mind. Listening to my mother’s logic could confuse anyone. Momma didn’t trust men.
JASON
There were things you expected from a girl like Jess. Her waiting on me outside when I pulled in the driveway and not giving me a chance to get out and open her car door before she jerked it open was one of them. Her wearing a tight-ass pair of jeans hugging every curve she had was another. But I hadn’t been expecting to see Jess bend down and open her arms for a little girl to run into.
It made her softer. The walls she had built up around her seemed to vanish the moment the girl called out her name and wrapped her small arms around Jess’s neck.
“You came to see me!” the little girl exclaimed happily.
Jess laughed and pulled back so she could look into the little girl’s eyes. “I just saw you a few days ago, Daisy May. You act like we haven’t seen each other in a month,” Jess teased her.
Daisy May was Preston’s little sister—I knew that much from my time with Amanda. Daisy had been the flower girl in Marcus and Willow’s wedding. Rock had adopted Daisy May and her brothers when Preston’s mother passed away. Which
His name lit up my screen. He was calling me. He had said he would call, but I hadn’t believed he ever would. Why was he calling?
“Is it him?” Momma’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and I glanced up at her curious expression. I simply nodded.
“Well, you gonna answer it or stare at it?”
She was right. I needed to answer it. I wanted to answer it. Didn’t I? Nervously, I slid my finger across the screen and lifted the phone to my ear. “Hello.”
A pause. One just long enough to cause my stomach to drop. I had waited too long to answer.
“Jess?” Jason’s voice replied on the other end. It was him.
“Yes.”
“Hey, it’s Jason. Seems you left your bat in my car again,” he said in an amused tone.
My small amount of joy plummeted. Of course. He was calling about the bat. It was why he had come back yesterday. “Oh. I’m . . . Yeah. Sorry about that.”
“What are you doing today?” he asked.
“I have a class. I’m taking some summer courses,” I replied.
He didn’t reply right away. It was almost as if he was surprised. “What about later? Tonight?”
I knew I should tell him he could drop the bat off and that my mom would be here. But I didn’t want to. I wanted to see him again. “I have to go to my cousin’s kid’s football game. He’s eleven and he asked me to come. Rock would also come get me and drag me there by my hair if he thought I was going to let his boy down. But . . .” I stopped myself. Should I invite him? Was that stupid? It was a youth football league game.
“I like football,” Jason said.
“Oh, well, then would you like to come . . . with me?” I had never been this nervous with a guy in my life. But then, I had never asked a guy to something that didn’t involve me ending up in the back of his truck later.
“Love to. What time should I pick you up?”
He wasn’t going to meet me there. He was going to take me. I stared at my mom, who was watching me with a pleased grin on her face. I couldn’t think like her. It would get me hurt. I had to remember who this was I was talking to. He wasn’t permanent.
“Six,” I finally told him.
“I’ll see you at six,” he replied. “Have a good day, Jess.”
“Uh, yeah, um, you too,” I stammered, before hanging up the phone and letting it fall to the table.
“So, he invited himself to the game. Guess he ain’t so outta your league after all. But he’s just for fun. Enjoy him, baby girl, but remember he’s just a man. He’ll marry a girl with a trust fund. Watch your heart.”
I looked up at her, suddenly confused. “I thought you were all for me landing a wealthy man.”
She frowned. “There’s wealthy and there’s filthy rich. He’s just your Logan. Don’t forget that.”
Who was Logan? I started to ask and changed my mind. Listening to my mother’s logic could confuse anyone. Momma didn’t trust men.
JASON
There were things you expected from a girl like Jess. Her waiting on me outside when I pulled in the driveway and not giving me a chance to get out and open her car door before she jerked it open was one of them. Her wearing a tight-ass pair of jeans hugging every curve she had was another. But I hadn’t been expecting to see Jess bend down and open her arms for a little girl to run into.
It made her softer. The walls she had built up around her seemed to vanish the moment the girl called out her name and wrapped her small arms around Jess’s neck.
“You came to see me!” the little girl exclaimed happily.
Jess laughed and pulled back so she could look into the little girl’s eyes. “I just saw you a few days ago, Daisy May. You act like we haven’t seen each other in a month,” Jess teased her.
Daisy May was Preston’s little sister—I knew that much from my time with Amanda. Daisy had been the flower girl in Marcus and Willow’s wedding. Rock had adopted Daisy May and her brothers when Preston’s mother passed away. Which
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