Page 51 of Undeniably Perfect
Kylie and Tabby are waiting for me when I exit from the locker room.
“Nice game, KJ,” Kylie says, giving me a fist bump. “You driving Tabby back, or am I?”
“I got her unless you ladies have plans for later,” I say with a raised eyebrow. My sisters are notorious for last-minute plans.
“Nope, not tonight. But we have a winery in the works,” she adds as she bumps hips with Tabby who grins at her.
“Let’s get home. I’m exhausted,” Tabby says to me.
I open the door for her. She gives me a look, and I give it right back.
“Deal with it, I’m a gentleman,” I say to her.
She rolls her eyes and sits. I shake my head as I walk around the car. This woman drives me crazy.
“So, how was your day?” I ask.
She shrugs. “Good, I guess. I’m feeling a lot better today. I rested a bit and worked on some images for the gala.”
“That’s great. I can’t wait to see your photos. Is the new camera working out?”
She nods. “It’s even better than the last one. I’ve had my eye on it for a few months but didn’t want to break down and buy it. I guess the universe has a weird way of forcing your hand.”
She’s quiet for a few minutes.
“What?” I ask her.
“Nothing.”
“What?”
“What do you think about when you’re pitching?”
I laugh at her random question. “Well, a lot of things. My mind tends to go in a hundred directions. Where are the other team’s players, are they trying to steal a base? Who’s up next? Should I throw a fastball or a curveball?”
“That’s a lot going on in your head!”
“I suppose it is. Why’d you ask?”
She grins. “You just seem so…preoccupied when you are up there. I just wondered what was going on in that brain of yours.”
“What goes on in your head when you photograph people?”
She’s quiet as she ponders my question.
“The lighting, the angle, but really, I just look through the lens and try to capture the moment as I see it. I guess, everything else disappears when I photograph someone or something. It’s just me and that person or thing.”
“That’s some crazy focusing skills.”
She shrugs. “That’s just how it works for me.”
I silently wish I could quiet my head like that, focus as she does. I need that in my game right now.
I pull up to the house and look over at her. I’m nervous to ask her, but I go for it.
“How about you stay here?”
“Here?”
