Chapter TwoDusty drove behind Matt into the parking lot of the Salty Crab. She pulled into a space next to him and got out. Before she could speak, her cell rang. It was her roommate, Nikki.
“Gotta take this. I’ll just be a minute.”
“I’ll get a table,” he replied.
“What’s up, Nick?”
“Well, how did it go?”
“Fine.”
“Come on. Deets. Who did the ’Hawks send?”
“Matt Jackson.”
“The catcher! Oh my God! I’d love to meet him.”
“Since you’re both catchers?”
“Since he’s hot as hell. I’d like to meet him in my bed on Friday night.”
Dusty laughed. “You’re such a slut.”
“Like you don’t want to sleep with him?”
“He’s not a god.”
“He is to me.”
“Look, he’s waiting in the bar, I gotta go.”
“Loosen up, Dusty. Have fun.”
“Take care.” She hung up.
The place was dark. The ocean theme was ever
