Interview with Love by Lisa Y. Watson

handed?”
    â€œRight.”
    Vaughn faced her. “Okay, the hand you write with goes on top.” He handed her the bat. “Elbows up with the arm furthest from the pitcher angled higher.”
    He watched as she made the corrections. He got on the side of her. “Let me see you swing.”
    Sienna swung the bat and then looked at him. “How was that?”
    â€œWatch the ball and swing. The key is to follow through with the bat and push your rear end out a bit.” Vaughn sauntered over to the machine while Sienna lined up. “Are you ready?”
    â€œAs I’ll ever be,” she yelled back.
    She missed the first ball and clipped the second. Vaughn came over and got behind her. “Here.” He fit his body up against hers. “You need to work on the wait-watch-swing and follow through technique.”
    Is he kidding? Sienna was having an extremely hard time concentrating when he was spooning her like he was. She took a deep breath and willed herself to concentrate.
    â€œChin up,” he whispered in her ear. “Watch the ball.” Vaughn moved them to simulate a ball coming at her. He swung through the air with slow and precise movements taking her with him.
    He retreated. “See how I did that? Okay, now you try.”
    She blinked several times while he ran across the space toward the ball machine. “Oh my,” Sienna said, feeling disoriented.
    â€œPush my tush back,” she repeated his words. She stuck her butt out a smidgen. “How’s that?” she yelled.
    â€œMore.”
    She tried it again. “Now?”
    â€œHang on,” he bellowed, and then jogged over to her. Vaughn got behind her and grabbed her hips.
    Sienna instantly stiffened.
    â€œRelax,” he coached. Vaughn adjusted her position bringing her back against his middle. “Your legs need to be further apart, too.” To demonstrate he wedged his right leg between the two of hers and pushed to widen her stance.
    Sweat trickled down the small of Sienna’s back. His touch was causing her body some serious distress. Her hands were moist so she sat the bat down and wiped them off on the front of her pants. After taking several deep breathes she resumed her position.
    Vaughn’s voice sounded in her ear. It tickled her skin. “Sienna, head up. Always watch the ball.”
    She blinked. “What ball?”
    â€œThe ball that will be coming at you,” he replied, with amusement. “Don’t forget, your bat needs to be between a ninety and forty-five degree angle.” He placed his arms around her and grabbed hold of the bat.
    Does Frankie’s have a first-aid kit with an oxygen tank? Sienna mused. “I’m not going to survive this,” she groaned.
    â€œSure you will,” Vaughn replied.
    Sienna blushed realizing she’d spoken aloud.
    He tightened his hold. “Remember, your grip should be firm—and controlled.”
    â€œFirm and controlled,” she repeated, hoarsely.
    Without warning he released her. “You got it.”
    Sienna’s knees buckled. Vaughn caught her immediately. “Doc, are you all right?”
    â€œUh-huh. Just fine,” she smiled with considerable effort. Rule number twelve: If you are being spooned and touched all over by a tall, sexy, crazy-good looking, breathing, single, heterosexual man and your knees buckle, play it off. “I’m just not used to all this…sports stuff.”
    â€œYou’re doing great. Now, let’s see how well I tutor,” he joked before heading back to the machine.
    She watched him the entire way. “Pretty damned well,” she murmured.
    This is your chance, Sienna. Focus. Remember what he told you. Head up, elbows out, widen your stance, stick your butt out. She went through all his suggestions like a check list. Confident that she was ready, Sienna nodded at Vaughn to proceed.
    â€œBatter up,” Vaughn warned.
    Sienna lowered