Free Baseball and Other Lessons (Devil's Ranch Book 2) by Aubrey Gross Page B

they were compiling. Her mom, a former teacher, had chosen to homeschool Lacey and Kyle. Jenn had nothing against home schooling—especially when the person doing the home schooling had been a teacher for almost thirty years—but over the past year or so it seemed as though the lesson plans had gotten stranger and stranger. Seriously? Lacey was stirring human feces for a science project?
    Jenn shuddered. Yeah, she was definitely glad they’d pulled this stunt well after she’d turned eighteen. Her life was enough of a hot mess as it was.

Chapter Eight
     
    @Deadspin: Where’s Matt Roberts? Texas ace hasn’t been seen in weeks deadsp.in/7mAt9T0
    @BleacherReport: TX Ace Reportedly Missing, Hasn’t Been Seen in Weeks
    @ESPN: Team says haven’t heard from @MattRobertsTX in weeks es.pn/0JeE43n
    @TheFakeESPN: Matt Roberts missing. So is Taylor Swift. They’ll never go out of style.
     
    Matt barely resisted the urge to throw his phone across the backyard. He was seconds away from going into the windup when he pulled back. It would do him no good to play pitch and catch with his iPhone and a boulder.
    Instead, he set the phone face down on the table, walked away and climbed into the hot tub connected to Chase’s pool. Never mind the fact that it was at least a hundred degrees outside; he was just hoping the hot water would help loosen the muscles that had been tense since seeing Jenn the other night.
    His phone dinged again and he sighed. Taylor Swift? Really? She was ten years younger than him, for one thing. For another, he’d never even met her. The Fake ESPN Twitter account could have done a much better job with that one. Why not Hannah Davis or Kate Upton? Even if they were both currently taken, at least they both had a track record with baseball players.
    The crazy thing was, hot as both of those women were (and if he was being honest with himself, as hot as Taylor Swift was despite the age gap), neither of them turned him on like Jenn did. Jenn with her crazy curly red hair, green eyes, perky breasts and constant hatred of him. If the attraction hadn’t been simmering under the surface for the past ten years, Matt would have to wonder if that hit to the head he’d taken had been much worse than the doctors had thought.
    He sighed and closed his eyes. Showing up at her place the other night probably hadn’t been his best idea ever, but he hadn’t been able to stay away. Chase and Jo were in that newly in love phase and he had no desire to horn in on that. He and Owen were friends, but not the type that hung out together by themselves. His parents were great, but Mom hovered and babied him, which just made him feel itchy and angry.
    So that had left Jenn, since public places were pretty much out these days. In all honesty, the decision to unexpectedly show up at her place had been an easy one. He’d wanted to see her, simple as that. Even though she was constantly sniping at him and definitely threw up a “don’t touch me” vibe, he was finding it harder and harder to not touch her.
    Memories of their night together in San Antonio had filtered through his head more often than he cared to admit over the past ten years. He wasn’t sure if it was the memory, the way he’d left things, or the fact that his life had become a clusterfuck with one horribly placed line drive, but he wanted to see her, be with her and make her smile and relax with him like she had that night.
    God, he wanted to be with her again.
    Even with her hedgehog vibe, he wanted her. He wanted sex, yes, but more so he simply wanted her . He wanted to get to know her, to talk with her again the way they had that night. He wanted to feel the way he had again that night, even if that feeling had scared the crap out of him then and still scared the crap out of him now.
    Matt groaned and lightly thunked the back of his head against the limestone rocks lining the edge of the hot tub. If anyone knew he was sitting here in his brother’s hot tub,