Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Dawson

“Can I give you a hand with something?” This has got to be one of the stupidest things I’ve ever done.

No, the stupidest was when you thought it was a good idea to race alongside someone on the freeway. I push the thought from my head even though I know it’s true.

“I’m pretty sure I can manage just fine.”

“Wait, you’re…hold on.” I look over at her car, the smiling face of a kid pressed against the window, then back at her again. “You’re the one from the birthday group.”

“That is correct. May I ask why you’re here?”

“My apologies, ma’am.” I quickly extend my hand. “I’m Dawson. Dawson McDuffy, shortstop for the Sunrays, but I’m sure you knew that already.”

“I’m Reagon and that’s my son—”

“Hi,” Jacoby’s face lights up.

“Jacoby, what are you doing out of the car. I told you to stay put,” she says sternly.

“You told me to stay put until you could see who it is.”

“Look, I’m not here to cause trouble or anything.” I lift both hands in the air, my palms facing outward. It’s almost comical listening to the two of them go back and forth. I realize she’s only being protective, but I think she’s pushing things a tad bit far.

“Was there something you needed?” she asks, pushing the strap of he purse up onto her shoulder.