Moonshot

chapter 30

New York

I spun, my hands raised, a laugh spilling out, and saw Chase.

He stood in the doorway, a towel over one shoulder, his V-neck shirt dirty with clay stains.

I looked away, before our eyes met. Laughing at Frank, I stepped back to the bats, focusing on the task, the beat continuing, everything continuing, but everything, as it always was when he came near, was different.