“I didn’t say you had to catch anything because that mitt already has done the catching.”
I grabbed the tiny hand-stitched leather mitt, pulling back the fingers one at a time until I found the fourth diamond. Brilliant. Dazzling.
Brock pulled out his phone and turned up the tune. Take Me Out to the Ballgame began filling my ears.
“Don’t worry. It doesn’t have to be our wedding song.”