‘Here,’ he continues. ‘Let me grab my phone.’ He rummages through his bag. He’s still naked and clearly has no qualms with it, nor does he a...pear to have any qualms with walking towards me and asking for my number, regardless of his nudity. I have to bite my lip in order to hold back a laugh. He’s doing this on purpose. We exchange numbers and agree to do this again tomorrow, this time earlier and with more time. Once Alex is dressed, he gathers his things and makes his way to the door. I’m. ‘Best get on, I suppose. The pub’s not going to paint itself.’ He pressed a number on his phone and started reading the technical specifications off the swatch to the dealer at the other end as he left the room. I looked around wondering what I would do whilst the others finished. James suddenly sat bolt upright and smacked his palm against his forehead. ‘Shit. I forgot. Justin asked if you could pop in if you have a minute. He’s got stuff to show you.’ He looked across at me guiltily. I smiled. "Sarah took a deep breath. "What about the father? He has a right to know."There was a deathly silence and Tabitha shook her head. "We agreed," she cried out and held Sarah's hand tightly. "We agreed not to tell him." Well I think we should," Sarah admitted and then winced as she felt her forehead. "I really think we should."Tabitha looked down at her swollen belly and wiped a tear from her cheek. "No. I dain't want anyone involved," she said firmly and sat back against the wall. "He might get. " Well, why don't you go ask Paul if it's OK with him for you to drag ass to first base, whenever you don't think the ball you hit was pretty enough to merit running full-out?" Who made you the boss of me?" I'm not your boss. I'm your teammate. At least I am until they send you back to Canada. You want to see April up here, I suggest you put a little more effort into your daily tasks, Sonny." Shit. You weren't such a big fucker, I'd tell you where to put your advice." Yeah. But I am such a big.