Page 15 of Sunday Morning
When I didn’t take the money, Isaac pulled a five from his pocket and added it to the ten. “I’ll get yours too.” He grabbed my hand and shoved the bills into it.
“Isaac, what do you say?” Violet said.
I was dumbfounded. Isaac’s mommy had to prompt her twenty-four-year-old son to use his manners.
He wet his lips, giving me a look that felt a little inappropriate. “Please.”
I huffed before worming my way down the bleachers to the concession stand. It was a lot to carry, but I stuffed his roll of Sweetarts into one pocket and my peanut M&M’s into the other. Then I hugged the bag of popcorn and held the two drinks in my hands. As I walked, I carried them filled to the brim with big ice cubes bobbing around.
Climbing the bleachers, I tried so hard not to spill on anyone, but as I handed the Mountain Dew to Isaac, my toe caught on the edge of the bleacher, and half of his drink sloshed onto his shirt and crotch.
“Oh my gosh!” I quickly sat next to him. “I’m so sorry.”
“Sarah, don’t worry about it. Isaac’s used to getting dirty,” Violet said.
Isaac shifted the drink from one hand to the other to wipe his arm on his jeans while scowling at me.
My nose wrinkled, and I handed him the popcorn. Then I retrieved his roll of Sweetarts and his change. He needed a third hand.
“Slide them in my front pocket,” he said, leaning back a bit to give me access to his jeans front pocket.
My gaze flitted between his pocket and his eyes. "I'm not sure that's a good idea," I murmured, while shooting a glance at Violet, who was focused on the game because she actually liked baseball.
“Um …” I handed my drink to Heather. “Hold this one second.”
After she took my drink, I hooked one finger into Isaac’s pocket to tug it open enough to slip one of thequarters into it, but I still had two dimes and three pennies to go, as well as four one-dollar bills and the Sweetarts.
Sweat gathered on my brow and upper lip.
He ducked his head and whispered in my ear. “As much as I love this slow seduction you're doing in front of my mom, maybe you should just hold my popcorn and let me do it.”
Jerk!
Why didn’t he just say that instead of asking me to do it? Why didn’tIthink of it?
Oh, that’s right: Isaac made me lose my mind.
My face heated as I took his popcorn with one hand and wiped my brow with my other while looking at Heather and Joanna. “HELP. ME!” I mouthed.
They giggled.
I angled my body away from his for the rest of the game. When Matt pitched a perfect last inning, winning the game, I wasted no time standing to get out of there.
“We’ll meet you in the parking lot. We’re going to go say hi to Tyler’s parents,” Joanna said as she and Heather started down the bleachers before me.
“Sarah, tell Matt ‘good game,’ and we’ll see him at home,” Violet said, resting her hand on my shoulder and stepping in front of me before I could bolt.
“I will,” I smiled, following her down the bleachers.
When she reached the bottom, one of the other moms started talking to her, and I stood off to the side to wait for Matt.
Isaac took my empty cup and added it to his trash, tossing everything in the bin a few feet from where I stood. When he turned back toward me, I slipped my hands into my back pockets, eyeing where I spilled the pop onto his shirt and the crotch of his jeans.
“I guess the only fair payback is for me to get you wet sometime.”
“I’m really sorry,” I said, lifting my gaze to his face and the weird smirk on it. That’s when I realized his comment wasn’t so innocent. “Gag me with a spoon,” I grimaced and crossed my arms over my chest while turning my back to him and craning my neck over the crowd to look for Matt.
Isaac laughed. “I’m just playing with you, Sunday Morning.”