Scoring Position Strike Zone Series Book 3

Chapter four

Chapter 4

Bailey

     He sits down next to me and motions for a beer. He doesn't say anything else until my bowl of cherries and his beer are dropped off. By then, I'd finished off my drink and ordered another one. Dillon quietly drinks his beer for another few minutes.

     "I know none of that shit is your fault, sweetheart. So does anyone that matters." His voice is soft, soothing, like he doesn't want to scare me off. "I believe in you, Bailey. You can hold your head high and have nothing to be ashamed of."

      Sighing, I finish off my cherries. "My career is over, Dillon. Danfield is going to fire me. He's just looking for a reason now." I drink the rest of my drink and hold my glass up for another.

     "You know, I'm thinking maybe it's time I request a change too." Dillon stares off as he talks. "I'm thinking San Diego would be a good move. I'd still be close to my family, friends .... and you. It could remove any problems we might have with our relationship. I don't have to stay in Anaheim."

     My balance is wobbling now. My head spins a little bit and I rub my temple. I should go. Getting drunk here isn't a good idea. It would definitely put the nail Danfield is looking for in my coffin. I open my purse and search for my phone.

      I can't find it. Where is it?

      Dillon pushes my phone over to me. When I go to pick it up, his hand comes down on top of mine. "Danfield can fuck off, Bailey. He doesn't know what he is losing, if he fires you. You're a great coach, sweetheart. They'd be idiots if they did that."

      "I don't think he sees it that way. I'm gonna go, Dillon. Thank you, for standing up for me, and for being my friend. Why did you do that anyway?" I stand up and sway, right into Dillon's chest. He steadies me immediately and keeps his hands on my waist, his thumbs rub up my side, his long fingers brushing just below my breasts.

     "I'm your friend because I like you. I stood up for you because that's what friends do. Let me take you home. I don't want you to go out alone." Somehow I was in Dillon's arms. I'm not sure how I ended up here, but it feels so nice. Just like it did when we were dancing.

     His eyes are focused only on me. The emotions he holds back from everyone is there for me to see. The swirl of dark and light blue in his eyes are just like the ocean waves. At times, they're calm, relaxed, but then at moments like this they're turbulent, rough, mysterious. I could get lost there.

      They make me feel safe, warm. I don't want to stop this feeling. Good or bad, I'm making a choice, my choice. It's what I've wanted from the very beginning. If he feels this too, then I'm about to find out. My admission spills out before I can think twice about it. "I don't want to be just friends with you, Dillon."

     His eyes light up, searching mine before they drop to my lips and dart back to my eyes. Those strong hands that are rubbing circles on my back, freeze and slide further around me bringing me against his chest. Watching his eyes, I see his drops to my lips again.

     He wants to kiss me?

     Licking my lips, I lean against his chest. His arms tighten and his face comes down to mine. The first kiss is tentative, testing the waters, checking to see if I'm going to stop him. My hands run up that muscular chest, I can feel every muscle flex and quiver so in control of his actions. The second kiss is firmer. Those warm soft lips press against mine, meaning to make my toes curl. My fingers lace into his hair, holding on. I keep his mouth on mine. A deep moan rumbles from his chest. It's the sexiest sound I've heard.