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Sam turned to Kelly. She quickly stood and climbed out of the dugout. As she was stepping onto the sanded part of the field Colin was stepping off.
A sheen of sweat clung to his skin, but it did nothing to detract from his appearance. Under the thin worn cotton of his shirt she could see his tight abdomen pulling with each breath from his exertion. For a priest he was in incredible shape.
“Pardon me.”
Sam jumped out of his way as if he had the plague. God, she was a moron. And the way he apologized for stepping in her way only reminded her of seeing him naked all over again.
Pardon me. I forgot to lock the door.
Maybe a ball would hit her in the head and she’d forget all about what she saw.
She plucked a bat out of a pile lined up against the fence. Unsure if there was a process to selecting a bat, she thought this one seemed fine. Stepping up to the plate she swung the bat a few times before looking at Luke.
“Helmet,” he yelled.
“What?”
“You need a helmet.”
“Oh.” Sam turned and saw the helmet right where Colin tossed it. She scooped it up and settled it on her head. It was warm from the sun and held a heady masculine scent.
“Eeeeeasy out!”
What the hell?
Sam looked toward right field and spotted Jen laughing and looking toward Braydon. He was frowning. Apparently her attempt at being funny didn’t impress him.
Sam bent at the knees and faced the pitcher again. Maybe she was good at baseball. Maybe if she kept her eye on the ball and swung real hard she could hit the ball right into right field and into the dumb blonde’s head. And it was nasty thoughts like that that were a perfect example of why she should not be around a holy man.
“Nice play.”
“Thanks.” Colin took a seat next to Kelly and watched as Samantha took the plate. “She any good?”
“I have no idea. She looks nervous,” Kelly commented watching the newest player.
Colin thought that was what she always looked like. At least that’s how she looked whenever he was around. He felt terrible for not locking the bathroom door this morning. Although it was Braydon’s bathroom too, he wasn’t used to his brother being home. And he never expected a strange woman to be sleeping in the room next to him. He’d clearly embarrassed her and that was never his intention.
“Helmet,” Luke yelled from the pitcher’s mound.
“What?” Samantha yelled back.
“Oh boy,” Kelly said out of the corner of his mouth. “This ought’a be good.”
Colin watched as Samantha fitted the helmet to her head, her freckled cheeks a shade pinker.
“Eeeeeasy out!”
Kelly groaned and Colin frowned. “God, she is such a bitch,” his younger brother complained.
“It looks like Braydon’s saying something to her now. She has to know he isn’t going to react kindly to her disrespecting his girlfriend.”
Kelly laughed. “I think you give Jen Miller too much credit where brains are concerned. The woman’s a viper.”
Colin grunted in response. He watched as Luke threw out a slow pitch. Samantha swung with the enthusiasm and determination of a major leaguer. Unfortunately, she missed completely.
Jen Miller’s laugh echoed across the field.
“Take your time, love,” Kelly yelled encouragingly from beside him.
