Stealing Home: A Diamonds and Dugouts Novel by Jennifer Seasons Page B
Authors: Jennifer Seasons
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nagging suspicion about her he wasn’t going to be able to deny much longer. And he didn’t like it one little bit.
“Hey, Wall. Good game tonight.”
Mark glanced up to see Rush newbie JP Trudeau waiting for him. The kid had taken a beating tonight at shortstop and looked like someone had hit him with a sledgehammer. He had a nasty split lip swelling up on him—courtesy of a collision with a runner at second. His jersey was streaked brown with dirt.
“You look like shit, JP. No girl’s gonna want to kiss you tonight with an ugly lip like that.”
The young player began to smile and winced. “It’s okay. I’ll just have her kiss another part of me instead.”
Mark’s laugh echoed down the long corridor. “Now you’re thinking like a real baseball player, rookie.”
Together they walked on the painted concrete toward the locker room, the young shortstop towering over Mark. Pushing open the door to the greeting of laughter and celebratory yells, they entered the locker room and crossed the rug with the Rush’s logo of Goldpan Sam and his pickax on it. As he passed his teammates they slapped his back and congratulated him on the win.
“Damn good comeback, Wall. You kicked ass out there.”
“Another game like that, Cutter, and we move one step closer to that sweet-ass Series.”
Mark stopped in front of his locker and dropped to the bench, sweat running down his temples into his damp hair. A bead slid down his throat and soaked into his jersey as he leaned his head back against the metal locker and listened to the guys razz one another.
As the sports reporters made their way into the locker room, he closed his eyes and grinned. He’d pulled it off tonight. He’d played a damn good game without his cross. He’d found his zone. Damn his superstitious hide, but he knew it could mean only one thing: He had a new lucky charm.
It went by the name of Lorelei.
Chapter 10
“Y OU SEEMED PRETTY chummy with my sister tonight.”
Lorelei tossed her purse on the table and ignored his comment. Her head buzzed from all the juicy tidbits Leslie had shared about what Mark was like growing up.
Even after Mark had started playing like the premier catcher he was, his sister had kept dishing the inside scoop on her famous brother. Lorelei had a little better idea of who he really was, what made him tick.
And now she didn’t know what to make of him.
“Hmm,” she finally responded dismissively, and changed the subject. “Why don’t you have a home phone or a computer, Mark?”
Tossing his bag on the floor, he shrugged out of his navy suit jacket and headed down the hall toward his bedroom. “I hate computers and I have a cell phone. Why? Did you find it hard to get ahold of my ex today?”
Not so much , Lorelei thought. She got ahold of me. But she wasn’t going to tell him that.
She followed him, the soles of her running shoes squeaking against the floorboards. “I did find it inconvenient, yes. Care to tell me why you don’t have those modern household tools?”
She almost swallowed her tongue when he emerged from the walk-in closet with his white dress shirt unbuttoned. The hard plains of his tanned stomach rippled beneath the fabric as he loosened the buttons at his wrist. His fly was open, the waistband of his navy slacks riding seductively low across his hips.
Tousled waves of dark blond hair fell across his brow as he worked the buttons free. Thick lashes hid his eyes from view and a day’s growth of whiskers shadowed his jaw.
Mark was raw, sweaty sex undiluted.
Lorelei’s equilibrium pitched dangerously off center, throwing her libido into chaos. And it felt damn good. Her last boyfriend, Harry, had tried his best to convince her she was a dead fish with no heat inside her. Now there was this. And this rush of desire was liberating. Proof Harry had just been an incompetent idiot.
The air between them suddenly flashed with tension when Mark looked up and caught her staring at him. He
“Hey, Wall. Good game tonight.”
Mark glanced up to see Rush newbie JP Trudeau waiting for him. The kid had taken a beating tonight at shortstop and looked like someone had hit him with a sledgehammer. He had a nasty split lip swelling up on him—courtesy of a collision with a runner at second. His jersey was streaked brown with dirt.
“You look like shit, JP. No girl’s gonna want to kiss you tonight with an ugly lip like that.”
The young player began to smile and winced. “It’s okay. I’ll just have her kiss another part of me instead.”
Mark’s laugh echoed down the long corridor. “Now you’re thinking like a real baseball player, rookie.”
Together they walked on the painted concrete toward the locker room, the young shortstop towering over Mark. Pushing open the door to the greeting of laughter and celebratory yells, they entered the locker room and crossed the rug with the Rush’s logo of Goldpan Sam and his pickax on it. As he passed his teammates they slapped his back and congratulated him on the win.
“Damn good comeback, Wall. You kicked ass out there.”
“Another game like that, Cutter, and we move one step closer to that sweet-ass Series.”
Mark stopped in front of his locker and dropped to the bench, sweat running down his temples into his damp hair. A bead slid down his throat and soaked into his jersey as he leaned his head back against the metal locker and listened to the guys razz one another.
As the sports reporters made their way into the locker room, he closed his eyes and grinned. He’d pulled it off tonight. He’d played a damn good game without his cross. He’d found his zone. Damn his superstitious hide, but he knew it could mean only one thing: He had a new lucky charm.
It went by the name of Lorelei.
Chapter 10
“Y OU SEEMED PRETTY chummy with my sister tonight.”
Lorelei tossed her purse on the table and ignored his comment. Her head buzzed from all the juicy tidbits Leslie had shared about what Mark was like growing up.
Even after Mark had started playing like the premier catcher he was, his sister had kept dishing the inside scoop on her famous brother. Lorelei had a little better idea of who he really was, what made him tick.
And now she didn’t know what to make of him.
“Hmm,” she finally responded dismissively, and changed the subject. “Why don’t you have a home phone or a computer, Mark?”
Tossing his bag on the floor, he shrugged out of his navy suit jacket and headed down the hall toward his bedroom. “I hate computers and I have a cell phone. Why? Did you find it hard to get ahold of my ex today?”
Not so much , Lorelei thought. She got ahold of me. But she wasn’t going to tell him that.
She followed him, the soles of her running shoes squeaking against the floorboards. “I did find it inconvenient, yes. Care to tell me why you don’t have those modern household tools?”
She almost swallowed her tongue when he emerged from the walk-in closet with his white dress shirt unbuttoned. The hard plains of his tanned stomach rippled beneath the fabric as he loosened the buttons at his wrist. His fly was open, the waistband of his navy slacks riding seductively low across his hips.
Tousled waves of dark blond hair fell across his brow as he worked the buttons free. Thick lashes hid his eyes from view and a day’s growth of whiskers shadowed his jaw.
Mark was raw, sweaty sex undiluted.
Lorelei’s equilibrium pitched dangerously off center, throwing her libido into chaos. And it felt damn good. Her last boyfriend, Harry, had tried his best to convince her she was a dead fish with no heat inside her. Now there was this. And this rush of desire was liberating. Proof Harry had just been an incompetent idiot.
The air between them suddenly flashed with tension when Mark looked up and caught her staring at him. He
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