The next day, Terry Griffith scanned the crowd while Tommy filled out the lineup card for the game against Marietta High School.
“Hey, isn’t that Miss Wainwright in the stands?” he said, poking Tommy. “I don’t recall ever seeing her at our games before.”
Tommy’s eyes shot up from his work. “That’s Ellie, all right,” he said, breaking into a sly smile. “We’re seeing each other again.”
“I didn’t know you two were once a couple.”
“For a brief time, but I acted like a jerk,” Tommy said, kicking the dirt. “Funny, you know how in baseball they say hitting is about timing? I guess it’s that way with relationships too.”
He looked back at Griffith and sounded upbeat again. “It took a lot of work, but I finally won her back. We’re going to the Ritz-Carlton at Lake Oconee next weekend. It’s a pr
