The Best Friend and the Shortstop (THE FINAL SCORE #3) by Ginger Scott EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Ginger Scott
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- Genre: contemporary romance
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nikkithomas, senior
year
MY EYES CONNECT with Alex’s over the roof of his car just
as my mom rushes from the garage with one more bag of nearly-expired
baked goods she picked up from the clearance bakery. At first, our friends at
Tiff didn’t believe us when we told them the clearance bakery was a thing.
But now that we’ve consistently come back from Odell, our hometown
about three hours north of Tiff, with sacks upon sacks of baked goods,
they’ve all bought into the truth. The problem is they encourage our moms’
obsession. Mostly because we return to campus with treats every time we
go home.
“I knew I had one more. Here, Nik. You can put it on the floor.” My
mom hooks the bag on my finger then plops a quick kiss on my cheek
before running back into the garage and shutting it behind her.
“Remind me again why we came home for a three-day weekend?” I
peek inside the bag as I slump into the passenger seat.
“Because if we didn’t come here, they would come to us,” Alex reminds
me, his eyes crinkling in that sweet way that accompanies his smile.
“Ah,” I respond, pulling out the box of last-chance powdered donuts
and cracking the lid. “Well, we better eat these on the road. They expire
tomorrow.”
I pluck one out and take a bite. Alex nudges the box lid down, scanning
it with his eyes, and laughs.
“They expired two days ago,” he says, and I cough out a fog of
powdered sugar. Flipping the box lid back open, he nods for me to dispose
of the remains. I power through chewing what I already ate, my mind
working through the psychology of whether I realized the donut was stale
before or after I knew the date.
We both buckle up for the drive. I turn my attention to syncing my
phone with his car so I can continue testing my mixes on him—and
avoiding the conversation I promised my friend Omar I would have. I made
a deal for the last piece of cheesecake at our resident hall staff meeting last
week that during this trip with Alex, I would finally let him know how I
feel. Seeing as I have a couple hours and a few hundred miles left in the
trip, I think I might owe Omar cheesecake.
I start the next song in the queue and am about to explain my thought
process on the songs I chose when Alex halts me with a sharp laugh. My
brow draws in tight.
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