Free Throwing Love #2 (Throwing Love #2) by Nella Tyler Page A

think. She definitely got her facts wrong, but she obviously thought she was
doing the right thing. Like I said, I've never known her to make a mistake
before; she's never gotten in trouble before.”
    “Well, if I was you, I would be
going there and punching that girl in the face. That would be my first order of
business today. A nice solid punch in the face.”
    I laughed. And actually it felt
kinda good. I wasn't really the kind of girl that liked to punch other girls in
the face, but maybe there was a time and a place for everything.
    “Look, as much as I would like to
get out some aggression, I don't really think it's her fault.”
    “How could you possibly say
that?”
    “It's easy. Somebody else
assigned that article, she was just doing her job.”
    “Then she did a really shitty
job.”
    “No, she must have gotten a bad
lead or something. There's an explanation for this, I'm sure. The newspaper
doesn't just write gossip, there has to be facts involved and for whatever
reason, she must have thought that she had all the information she needed to
write the article. That's why I think you can't really blame her –
sometimes you just get a bad lead.”
    “Well, she should have followed
up on that lead and made sure she knew what she was talking about before going
to print. How could she possibly have figured anything out in the few minutes
they saw you on the date? It's so ridiculous that it makes me crazy. How come
you aren't going crazy over it, too?”
    “Oh believe me, I want to lose my
mind. But I'm in the same business and sometimes when a deadline is close, you
take a risk and hope that your source hasn't completely screwed you over. She's
a nice girl and she has nothing against me, I'm sure. This wasn't a case of
someone out to get me, she was just doing her job and she screwed up.”
    “Well, I hope there will be
consequences for her screw up.”
    I sighed. “Look it isn't her
fault. Not in this case, anyways. It's not the writer's fault she got bad
information. It's my own fault.”
    “And how do you figure that?”
    “Because I should never have
started dating him when there was all this pressure for him to go to the major
leagues. How could I have been so stupid? That's why it's my fault. I should
have left it alone. That's what would've made sense. My own father for crying
out loud was telling me to be careful.”
    Connie was looking into her
coffee, probably trying not to admit that I was right. She always warned me
that it was probably not a good idea to date a baseball player. I did it
anyways and now I had to deal with the consequences of that.
    “I think you're being way too
hard on yourself. It’s really not your fault that somebody wrote about article
about you. You were trying to be happy. You were trying to have a date with a
handsome guy and nobody else should be involved in that.”
    “Yes, you're right. People shouldn't
be getting involved in my business. But unfortunately, that is part of my life.
My father's famous, I'm going to be a sportscaster, I'm going to be in the
limelight, too, to some extent; these are the things that are going to happen.”
    “Well, I still don't think you're
to blame for this. I think you need to go talk to your editor and at the very
least get an apology.”
    “I should have just left it
alone, ya know? If I had never gone on this date, this never would have
happened. I should have waited until he was picked for a team and then went out
on a date with him. Then no one would be able to say anything about us. They
wouldn't be able to say he didn't like me...for me.”
    Connie frowned. I was trying to
fight off tears again. I couldn't help it. There was a small part of me that
wondered if the article was right on the money. What if he was using me? I
didn't want to believe it, but it was hard not to. My own father warned me to
be careful, probably for that very same reason. I hoped he never got wind of
the article, but that was hardly likely. Someone was