Curveball- Strike Zone Series Book two

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Kayleigh

      We were mobbed on our way to the car. The press were calling out to Nate questions about his knee and asking about me. Then they were talking to me and asking me questions. Why me? I'm not that interesting.

      Photos were snapped in a continuous stream of us as we moved through the crowd. What looked to be bouncers were around us, moving us through the crowd. Nate said the team has security at the field for stuff like this. I guess this is them. I'm a bit shell shocked at just how crazy Nate's life really is. First the game, now this. Molly said his world was different. I just didn't think it was this bad.

     Nate was on the phone as soon as we got in the car to head home. He was arranging travel for our trip. We can't be gone for more than a few days since he has a doctor's appointment to find out if he can start physical therapy.

       I know he's anxious to hear if he's ready to move forward. Nate doesn't like the waiting time to heal. He's been antsy this entire time. I'm wondering what will happen to us if he's able to play again. What is he going to expect from me if he goes on the road? Molly has told me what the players are like on road trips and what they do. I'm not sure I want that life.

      Nate stops his call midway through, looking at me like he thinks I'm about to jump out of the moving car. "I'll call you back. What's wrong, sweetheart?"

     I'm frowning hard, looking only at my lap, as if the answer I'm looking for is hidden in the pattern of my skirt. I'm insecure about myself and I'm really unsure about Nate. I can handle things with him if he's here to walk me through it. Dealing with all this stuff alone on a daily basis is a different matter.

      He's a star and I'm no one. He's rich, I'm poor. We couldn't be more opposite. I was pushed aside at that game. Those girls have no respect for me or Nate really. How do I trust that he won't succumb to them?

      When he places his fingers under my chin, lifting my face to look at him, I know I have to say something. "You have a doctor's appointment you need to be at." I remind him softly.

     "We'll be back in plenty of time for it. Why are you worried? Don't say you aren't.  I can see it on your face." Nate's spidey senses are at work again. I'm gonna have to figure out a way around those. I'm not ready to admit that I'm scared  I'm not going to be enough for him.

     "I've never flown." I admit. I'm not ready to admit that those women make me nervous. Not to mention that we haven't exactly labeled our relationship. I know we're together. I know he cares about me, but how committed is he? He announced to everyone that he cares for me, but to what extent?

     "It'll be fun. I promise, your arms won't get tired." He teases me as if I were a child. This earned him a hard look from me. Nate laughs, a full, robust laugh that is so incredibly sexy. I look down, knowing I'm blushing and shyly tuck my hair behind my ear. His hand instantly touches my leg and he squeezes gently. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll keep your mind off of everything in the bedroom of the plane."

   My eyes darted to his in surprise. "There's bedrooms on planes? I thought the seating was squished like in movie theaters."

     "Most are, but ours isn't like most. I like having room for my knees and privacy to make love to you for the several hours we'll have on our flight." He winks, setting my insides into a flurry of wings fluttering. Why does he say this stuff?

     "Oh." Crossing my legs, I look away from him before I crawl into his lap and start something we can't finish right here in the car.

     He's arranged for a private plane to be ready to take off in an hour. He's really serious about getting me away from what's going to hit. I know it's not good, but I didn't think it was runaway bad. Does he think my past will hit the press and ruin him? He's going to deal with so much trouble because of me. He already has, thanks to Carla. This will only make things worse. I should just go and not come back.