Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“I’ll be right back, Miss Yander. I have to check on my daughter.”
Emma hurried out to the field and slowed as she watched her daughter play. Such happiness. When the team came in from the outfield, she waved her over. Greer was playing third base, though that might not be permanent. They tended to move the kids around to find out who played well where. But it was the same position Linc played, if she wasn’t mistaken.
She snorted. Who was she kidding? There wasn’t any speculation as to what position that man played. She knew.
“Do we have to leave, Mama?”
“No. I just wanted to tell you that you’re going to hear people talk about me being engaged to—”
“Mr. Conner. I know. Does this mean I can call him Linc like everyone else does?”
“Are you upset by this?”
“No, he’s the coolest. I’ll like calling him Linc.” A kiss and a smile and her daughter was off again.
Emma thought about it as she walked inside. Greer had always been different, not caring about a lot of things that some kids would obsess and worry over. She yanked open the door and froze. Cold liquid ran down her front.
“I’m so sorry, Miss Emma.”
Glancing down, she bit back her moan of frustration as bright red liquid soaked the entire front of her shirt. Her light cream shirt.
Wet T-shirt contest, here I come.
Chapter Five
Linc scrubbed his hand down the nape of his neck. Holy shit. His entire body still trembled with the aftershocks of the kiss he’d shared with Emma. Five minutes at least had passed since the moment he would refer to as The First Kiss for the rest of his life. But his head hadn’t been in the game since.
Nodding at the appropriate times, Linc finished up the tour with Mr. Stevenson and his wife. He’d been around enough WAGs to recognize her type. And he didn’t approve.
Was he saying there weren’t faithful women who were WAGs? Of course not. There were, but damn, he’d seen more of the unfaithful.
“I’m so sorry, Miss Emma.”
Fuck. Her name and he was right back to the moment he’d been pressed up against her. Sampling her unique flavor. Getting her against him, all of her curves and softness.
Linc turned and worked to keep his laughter contained. Emma appeared to have had a Gatorade bath.
“Excuse me,” he said, heading immediately toward her. “You okay, babe?”
Her gaze narrowed on him. Okay, babe is not an option.
“Fine. I just need to dry off.”
“We’ll be back,” Linc commented to whoever was listening before escorting her to his office. The moment the door closed behind them, she stepped away from him.
Trying to ignore how the wet cotton clung to her breasts, he went to his bag and opened it. Drawing out one of his old shirts from his professional days, he turned and lost his breath. Emma was bent over the trash can so the liquid dripped into it. Her top gaped enough to entice him even more.
“Take it off.”
Emma jerked her head up. “What?”
He moved toward her, the shirt balled up in his fist. “Your shirt. Take it off.”
She stood tall, the wet fabric adhering to her full breasts, making his mouth dry. Drier.
“Here? In front of you?”
“The shades are drawn and I can turn around. But it’s gonna be a bit odd for your fiancé to leave the room for you to change.”
“Right. My fiancé.”
“I hear tone.” He never would have pegged this woman who he’d watched from afar to be so snarky and have such an attitude. She hid it well, but she was a firecracker.
“What would you have me do? Stroll out in my overly worn bra to your truck? Wait for you to finish up your day like a doting fiancée? Sure you want everyone to see my less than thin body?”
So that’s how it was going to be.
He paused before her, grinding his jaw. “Shirt off.” He held up the one in his hand. “A dry one for you. A clean, dry one.”
Tears shimmered in her gaze and he inched back, shirt still proffered. When she took it, he turned, giving her a speck of privacy.
The sound of her peeling off the sodden shirt made him want to do it for her. He went over baseball stats in his head, just to keep his mind focused on something else. Trying to convince himself he was in control of his hormones and not the other way around. Difficult though it may be.
Something other than how much he wanted permission to touch her. To learn her body’s secrets.
“Okay.”
There was a definite quiver in that single word. He licked his lips and turned. “Damn.” Linc smiled. “You make my shirt look fucking incredible.”
It wasn’t a lie. She’d released her hair so it tumbled around her face. Her lips were rosy, like her cheeks. The dark gray of his shirt made her freckles pop along with her peaches-and-cream complexion.