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“Yep. It starts in about an hour so eat up.”
I shake my head but Ethan avoids eye contact with me. I can’t exactly say no now that he got the idea inside Jax’s head. And if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he knows that.
“I haven’t been here since high school,” I say as we take our seats at Coors Field. They’re good seats, right behind the catcher. Not that I am surprised. Ethan isn’t really like my dad when it comes to money. He doesn’t flex it. He doesn’t over spend it. But he uses it with things that matter. Like baseball.
“On a date actually,” I go on as Ethan sits next to me.
“A date huh?” He asks, handing me the beer he bought for me. He also got me a hotdog, along with a foam finger, a jersey and an icecream for Jax. “Did your dad know about it?”
I snort. “Of course not.”
“And who was this date with?” He asks, taking a bite of his own dog.
“His name was David and he was interested in only four things– skateboarding, baseball, and me. He was charming and cute and smelled like Axe and the tail end of a cigarette he shouldn’t have been smoking.”
“Sounds like a winner.”
“I thought he was exciting,” I shrug, taking a bite of my mustard only hot dog and washing it down with a gulp of beer.
“So what was the fourth thing?”
I swallow before answering. “My best friend.”
Ethan cringes. “Ouch.”
“Yeah. He dated her for four years after that until she cheated on him.”
“So he’s up for grabs again?” He teases and I laugh.
“No idea. Not interested.”
We both smile and eat our food in a comfortable silence. Ethan explains to Jax how baseball works and Jax takes it all in like a sponge. I would expect a five year old to eventually get bored at a baseball game but he doesn’t. We glance over at him and find him pumping the foam finger into the air.
“I think you ruined him,” I smile, leaning into Ethan.
“Baseball is good for the soul,” Ethan says. The static from the sides of our bodies pressed together in the too-small stadium seats is making every nerve in my body tingle.
“Hey,” he says, and the moment I turn to look at him, his, he steals a kiss.
I gasp, nearly sucking his breath from his lips. “Ethan…we can’t.”
“He didn’t see.”
“Still,” I smile, “If he does see, it’ll confuse him.”
“Do you think he would be upset if you were dating someone?” Ethan asks and I have no idea what to do with that question, for more reasons than one.
“We aren’t dating, Ethan.”
“But if youwereto date someone…”
“He’d be nothing like you.” I cut him off and his mouth pops open. I giggle and nudge him and Ethan pokes at my ribs playfully. I laugh and grab his hand. “I’m kidding.”
“Are you though? Would you ever?”
“Would I ever what?”
“Date someone like me.”