Page 82 of Scoring Chances
“Yeah,” I turn to Joshua, looking at him when I say, “It is.”
“I’m thinking we should go hit up a ball game tonight,” he says, changing the subject. “I have a friend that works at Minute Maid–he can snag me some tickets. What do you guys think?”
“Yeah, that sounds fun,” Oliver says, “What do you think, kitten?”
Catherine smiles, “I’d love that. Remember when I tried to convince you to play baseball when you were little?”
Joshua rolls his eyes. “Yes! You were relentless. She bought me the whole baseball outfit. Cap. Gloves. A bat that could knock down a tree.”
“I really liked baseball players,” Catherine admits.
“Which is why it was so fun when she met Oliver and he just so happened to be a huge hockey fan like me,” Joshua says. “My saving grace.”
They bump fists over the table. And if I wasn’t so pissed at Joshua right now for making me into an accomplice in his little web of lies–I’d be able to admit that was pretty cute.
Catherine shakes her head at her men. “Anyways, yes. A ball game sounds great.”
“Let’s do it, then," Joshua insists.
Ten hot dogs, five drinks and several bags of peanuts later we’re making our way to the bathrooms, following the crowds heading out.
“That was pretty cool,” Maddie admits bouncing in the line.
“It was, wasn't it?”
“Not as fun as watching hockey but still fun,” she says.
I would agree. Though I won't be admitting that to Joshua anytime soon.
“Excuse, me?” A man stops me. “Are you here with Joshua Hicks?”
“Uh… yeah? Why do you ask?”
He picks up the camera strapped around his neck and snaps pictures. I grab Maddie and hold her to my waist. “What are you doing?”
“This will be worth a lot of money to the right people,” he winks and strolls away.
“Hey! Delete that!” I yell out. But he disappears into the crowd and the women standing in line start whispering around us. Some of them take out their phones and I can tell their looking us up.
“Maybe we should go,” I tell Maddie. She nods her agreement and we step out of the line and go in search of Joshua.
“What was that about?” Maddie asks.
“I don’t know, kiddo. But I don’t like it.”
“Me neither.”
“Cassidy?” A voice calls out.
“I turn and see a group of photographers waiting at the exit to the park.
“Ms. Jones–do you know about Joshua Hicks being traded to Georgia?”
“Ms. Jones, is that your kid? What’s your relationship with Mr. Hicks?”
“Is there anything you can tell us about Joshua Hicks and his move to the Thunderhawks next season?”
I grab Maddie and push my way through the gathered crowd.