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me.”
    “So,
you really like Andrew?”
    He
turned his attention away from the flat screen for a second. “He’s awesome.”
    I
sighed and got another text. Did Drew see that pitch?
    “That’s
the pitch Andrew was talking about,” Drew exclaimed.
    Yep, I texted back.
    He
texted a few more times about different things Drew should pay attention to,
like the way the pitcher had to look for those trying to steal the base, or how
he always needed to be ready to catch or field the ball if it was hit.
    Aren’t
you supposed to be watching the game ? I texted back after
several messages.
    I’m
so talented that I can do both.
    How
does your head fit inside your hat?
    I’m
not wearing one tonight.
    Good
thing.
    Since
we’re talking about my big head, watch for my interview with tonight’s
commentators. It should play during one of the breaks.
    Darn,
it’s bed time. I guess we’ll miss it.
    I
saw your DVR. Put it to good use.
    You’re
so bossy.
    Please?
    I
didn’t respond. He was really getting on my nerves. I thought since he was gone
I wouldn’t have to deal with him, but he was like a fly buzzing around,
annoying me. And every time I tried to swat him away, he only became more
persistent.
    Rachel
Laine?
    See
what I mean?
    Don’t
take this the wrong way, but I think you’re beautiful when you’re annoyed.
    I’ll
record your dumb interview.
    You’re
the best. Tell Drew goodnight for me.
    I
turned toward Drew. “Hey, bud, time for bed. I’ll record the rest of the game
and you can watch it after school tomorrow.”
    “Please,
can I stay up, Mom?”
    I
shook my head no through his constant begging. I didn’t give in. My head hurt
and I was ready to crawl into bed myself.
    Drew
looked up to me with those gorgeous eyes of his when I was done reading to him
for the night. “Do you think Andrew will come and see us after he gets back?”
    I
tucked Drew in and nodded. The unfortunate answer was yes.
    ~*~
    I
was in that in-between state of awake and asleep. I almost thought I was
dreaming the ringing noise, but I woke up enough to realize it was my phone. I
looked at the time. It was ten—not entirely late, but let’s just say I needed a
large fly swatter.
    I
snapped out of my sleepy state. “Hello?”
    “I
didn’t wake you, did I?”
    “Kind
of.”
    “Sorry.”
    “Why
are you calling?”
    “I
told you I would call you later.”
    “So, why are you calling?”
    He
chuckled. “I was calling to see how your day was.”
    “Are
you serious?”
    “Yes.”
    “Why?”
    “You’re
the mother of my child.”
    No
one had ever said that to me before. I wasn’t sure how to feel about the tender
way in which he said it, but … “And don’t you forget it.”
    He
laughed, but I was serious. “Duly noted. So, tell me how your day was,” he
asked again.
    “It
was different. How was yours?”
    “Different,
huh? I guess that’s a good way to describe my day, too. So tell me why yours
was different.”
    “Well,
this conversation, for one.”
    “Late
night conversations with extremely attractive men aren’t your usual?”
    “Wow,
you’re so full of yourself, but no, this is not my usual.”
    “So
what you’re saying is, you don’t deny I’m extremely attractive.”
    I
couldn’t help it, I laughed.
    “Do
my ears deceive me? Did I actually make you laugh?”
    “Don’t
let it go to your already oversized head.”
    “Too
late, but I like sound of your laughter.”
    “Don’t
worry, I won’t take that the wrong way.”
    “The
real question is, why aren’t you used to talking to men such as myself?”
    “I
don’t know that I’ve ever met anyone quite like you.”
    “You
know what I mean. Why don’t you date?” he asked.
    I
paused. Was this really an exchange that I wanted to be having with him?
Probably not, but I had a feeling he would pester me about it until I told him,
so I saved myself the grief.
    “I
was engaged when Drew was born. My fiancé, Brody, wasn’t very fond of the idea
of getting