hand, down the sidewalk to a nearby ice cream parlor. After they ordered, they sat on the patio at a little table to eat. Conversation remained light, revolving around the upcoming home stand. When they finished, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and escorted her back to her car.
“So you’re coming to the game tomorrow night, right?” he asked.
She shrugged. “I guess. It’s been awhile since I’ve been to one.”
His signature smirk worked its way to his lips. “Are you going to yell and cheer for me?”
“Only if you do something worth yelling and cheering for,” she said.
His smirk deepened to a smile as they reached the club parking lot. Pinning her against her car, he bent his head closer to hers. “But you are going to wear a jersey with my number on the back, right?”
She rolled her eyes. “Ha! Don’t push your luck.”
He leaned in and pressed his lips firmly to hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, forcing him closer. He broke the kiss but didn’t pull away. “You must not have one yet. I’ll get you one for you for your birthday.” He kissed her again before she could protest.
She reluctantly untangled her body from his arms and opened the car door. He stood by as she tried to get her aging car to start. She banged her head on the steering wheel and groaned in frustration as it refused to come to life.
“C’mon, love,” he urged, tugging on her sleeve. “You can take me home and use my car tomorrow. I’ll call a buddy of mine and have him take a look at yours in the morning. It’ll be okay here for tonight.”
She raised a brow at him. “Seriously?”
He grinned. “Yeah. I can be chivalrous when I want.”
Rolling her eyes, she gathered her belongs, passing her lap top case to him. “I don’t even know where you live.”
“I rented a condo in the complex where Kyle lives. He can give me a ride to the ball park tomorrow.” Carrying her stuff to his car, he tossed everything in back seat as she climbed inside. He hopped in the driver’s seat and turned the key, smiling at her when the engine roared to life. He chuckled when she glared at him.
She racked her brain to think of something to say, hating the awkwardness that had suddenly descended upon them. When they’d dated in high school, they’d always seemed to have something to talk about. He relieved her anxiety when he asked her opinion on the Racers’ chances to make the playoffs. She relaxed as she chattered away, grateful to be on a safe topic.
He directed the car through the Indianapolis outskirts and to the condo development she recognized as the one Brady took her to the day of the interview. He backed into the drive of a condo that very much resembled Kyle’s and killed the engine.
“Do you want to come in?” he asked, reaching out to stroke her cheek with his knuckles.
“I really can’t. I have to get up early,” she muttered, skin tingling at his touch.
Removing the car keys off his key ring, he handed them to her and got out of the car.
“Hop over here, then.”
She scooted to the driver’s side and adjusted the seat to her height. He leaned in the window to gently kiss her, igniting sparks in her heart.
“Don’t wreck it,” he ordered, lips still on hers.
She smiled into his mouth and wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, resuming the kiss. The sparks grew to flames as her traitorous body inched closer to his. He finally broke the kiss, whispered his goodnight as she started the car.
***
She sauntered into the office the next morning, eyes sparkling like a lovesick teenager, and immediately checked her voice messages. Josh waved to her from his desk and ambled over as soon as she hung up the phone.
“How’s the story going?” he asked.
She groaned. “It’s driving me crazy.”
He smiled. “Well, you wanted a real story.”
“I know.” She flipped on her computer and waited while it ran through its usual virus check.
“Never satisfied, are you?” Henry
“So you’re coming to the game tomorrow night, right?” he asked.
She shrugged. “I guess. It’s been awhile since I’ve been to one.”
His signature smirk worked its way to his lips. “Are you going to yell and cheer for me?”
“Only if you do something worth yelling and cheering for,” she said.
His smirk deepened to a smile as they reached the club parking lot. Pinning her against her car, he bent his head closer to hers. “But you are going to wear a jersey with my number on the back, right?”
She rolled her eyes. “Ha! Don’t push your luck.”
He leaned in and pressed his lips firmly to hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, forcing him closer. He broke the kiss but didn’t pull away. “You must not have one yet. I’ll get you one for you for your birthday.” He kissed her again before she could protest.
She reluctantly untangled her body from his arms and opened the car door. He stood by as she tried to get her aging car to start. She banged her head on the steering wheel and groaned in frustration as it refused to come to life.
“C’mon, love,” he urged, tugging on her sleeve. “You can take me home and use my car tomorrow. I’ll call a buddy of mine and have him take a look at yours in the morning. It’ll be okay here for tonight.”
She raised a brow at him. “Seriously?”
He grinned. “Yeah. I can be chivalrous when I want.”
Rolling her eyes, she gathered her belongs, passing her lap top case to him. “I don’t even know where you live.”
“I rented a condo in the complex where Kyle lives. He can give me a ride to the ball park tomorrow.” Carrying her stuff to his car, he tossed everything in back seat as she climbed inside. He hopped in the driver’s seat and turned the key, smiling at her when the engine roared to life. He chuckled when she glared at him.
She racked her brain to think of something to say, hating the awkwardness that had suddenly descended upon them. When they’d dated in high school, they’d always seemed to have something to talk about. He relieved her anxiety when he asked her opinion on the Racers’ chances to make the playoffs. She relaxed as she chattered away, grateful to be on a safe topic.
He directed the car through the Indianapolis outskirts and to the condo development she recognized as the one Brady took her to the day of the interview. He backed into the drive of a condo that very much resembled Kyle’s and killed the engine.
“Do you want to come in?” he asked, reaching out to stroke her cheek with his knuckles.
“I really can’t. I have to get up early,” she muttered, skin tingling at his touch.
Removing the car keys off his key ring, he handed them to her and got out of the car.
“Hop over here, then.”
She scooted to the driver’s side and adjusted the seat to her height. He leaned in the window to gently kiss her, igniting sparks in her heart.
“Don’t wreck it,” he ordered, lips still on hers.
She smiled into his mouth and wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, resuming the kiss. The sparks grew to flames as her traitorous body inched closer to his. He finally broke the kiss, whispered his goodnight as she started the car.
***
She sauntered into the office the next morning, eyes sparkling like a lovesick teenager, and immediately checked her voice messages. Josh waved to her from his desk and ambled over as soon as she hung up the phone.
“How’s the story going?” he asked.
She groaned. “It’s driving me crazy.”
He smiled. “Well, you wanted a real story.”
“I know.” She flipped on her computer and waited while it ran through its usual virus check.
“Never satisfied, are you?” Henry
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