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him.
âHow do you feel about a road trip?â was his solution.
Alyn did her best not to laugh out loud. Did this hotshot ballplayer have any idea what he was getting himself into? What it would be like traveling with three people he barely knew along with their pets?
A handicapped dog was very hands-on.
An eight-year-old boy couldnât sit still for more than a few hours at a time.
Her mother mapped out every rest stop.
His patience would be tested.
Four
L andon Kane, third baseman for the Richmond Rogues, impatiently paced the southern end of the Barefoot William boardwalk. âWhere the hell is Halo?â he asked two of his teammates who leaned negligently against the blue metal railing that separated the boardwalk from the beach.
Left fielder Joe âZooâ Zooker and pitcher Will Ridgeway were slow to respond. They were more interested in the bikinied babes who strolled the shoreline, and those stretched out on beach loungers, lying facedown with their tops untied. Their slender backs and thonged butt cheeks glistened with suntan oil. Their supple sun-warmed skin seduced a man. It was a pretty sight.
The ladies on the boardwalk were hot, too. Their side glances and sexy smiles showed a willingness to party. And so much more. A female with cropped dark hair, enormous sunglasses, and wearing a one-piece cutout swimsuit accidentally bumped into Landon. The brush of her full breast and curvy hip was an open invitation. He drew a breath; her scent was tropical fruit. Nice. He winked at her. She winked back. But he didnât pursue her. He had more important things on his mind. The woman sighed, walked on.
Zoo noticed their exchange. âBabe sent out her bat signal,â he said.
âYou shouldâve gotten her number,â agreed Will. âSaved her for later.â
Land exhaled slowly. His teammates thought him fast and easy when it came to the ladies. And that he got laid often. That wasnât the case, even though he gave that impression. Heâd lost interest in random sex. Quickies were no longer satisfying. Physical friction was fleeting.
He preferred romance. Flirting and foreplay. Long kisses. Lingering touches. Learning each otherâs bodies. The slow burn. Anticipation was a turn-on. The steadiness and growth of a relationship appealed to him most. He was always on the lookout for that special someone. She was out there. Somewhere. He would find her. Someday. When the time was right. Somehow.
His teammates would laugh their asses off if they knew the number of dates heâd left at the front door with only a hug or good-night kiss. Women frowned, pouted, and begged him to stay. Still, he left. Not wanting to lead anyone on. Honesty was important to him.
Partying with his buddies remained a big part of his life. The ballplayers were like brothers from different mothers. Theyâd planned a blowout tonight before the start of spring training. Blue Coconut and Lusty Oyster called their names. As did Bonerâs, a bar thirty miles north, outside the city limits, where shots were a buck and beer kegs ran free after two a.m. It was the last stop of the night for most, and many slept facedown on the bar, waking with a hangover. Good times.
The men had a few hours before their first drink. It was late afternoon, and tourists and townies enjoyed the moderate temperature and picturesque Gulf. The sky was a pale blue, almost white. The seagulls merged with low-hanging clouds. Fishermen collected on the pier. The water below glistened. Clear and turquoise. Waves rolled lazily onto the sugar sand.
The multicolored doors of the connected beachside shops were open, welcoming the stirring breeze and a breath of salt air. Food kiosks were numerous. Mobile metal carts served snacks and meals. He was tempted to order a basket of chili fries. But decided against it. He seldom ate between meals. Heâd save room for supper.
Landon tugged his Rogues baseball cap low on his
âHow do you feel about a road trip?â was his solution.
Alyn did her best not to laugh out loud. Did this hotshot ballplayer have any idea what he was getting himself into? What it would be like traveling with three people he barely knew along with their pets?
A handicapped dog was very hands-on.
An eight-year-old boy couldnât sit still for more than a few hours at a time.
Her mother mapped out every rest stop.
His patience would be tested.
Four
L andon Kane, third baseman for the Richmond Rogues, impatiently paced the southern end of the Barefoot William boardwalk. âWhere the hell is Halo?â he asked two of his teammates who leaned negligently against the blue metal railing that separated the boardwalk from the beach.
Left fielder Joe âZooâ Zooker and pitcher Will Ridgeway were slow to respond. They were more interested in the bikinied babes who strolled the shoreline, and those stretched out on beach loungers, lying facedown with their tops untied. Their slender backs and thonged butt cheeks glistened with suntan oil. Their supple sun-warmed skin seduced a man. It was a pretty sight.
The ladies on the boardwalk were hot, too. Their side glances and sexy smiles showed a willingness to party. And so much more. A female with cropped dark hair, enormous sunglasses, and wearing a one-piece cutout swimsuit accidentally bumped into Landon. The brush of her full breast and curvy hip was an open invitation. He drew a breath; her scent was tropical fruit. Nice. He winked at her. She winked back. But he didnât pursue her. He had more important things on his mind. The woman sighed, walked on.
Zoo noticed their exchange. âBabe sent out her bat signal,â he said.
âYou shouldâve gotten her number,â agreed Will. âSaved her for later.â
Land exhaled slowly. His teammates thought him fast and easy when it came to the ladies. And that he got laid often. That wasnât the case, even though he gave that impression. Heâd lost interest in random sex. Quickies were no longer satisfying. Physical friction was fleeting.
He preferred romance. Flirting and foreplay. Long kisses. Lingering touches. Learning each otherâs bodies. The slow burn. Anticipation was a turn-on. The steadiness and growth of a relationship appealed to him most. He was always on the lookout for that special someone. She was out there. Somewhere. He would find her. Someday. When the time was right. Somehow.
His teammates would laugh their asses off if they knew the number of dates heâd left at the front door with only a hug or good-night kiss. Women frowned, pouted, and begged him to stay. Still, he left. Not wanting to lead anyone on. Honesty was important to him.
Partying with his buddies remained a big part of his life. The ballplayers were like brothers from different mothers. Theyâd planned a blowout tonight before the start of spring training. Blue Coconut and Lusty Oyster called their names. As did Bonerâs, a bar thirty miles north, outside the city limits, where shots were a buck and beer kegs ran free after two a.m. It was the last stop of the night for most, and many slept facedown on the bar, waking with a hangover. Good times.
The men had a few hours before their first drink. It was late afternoon, and tourists and townies enjoyed the moderate temperature and picturesque Gulf. The sky was a pale blue, almost white. The seagulls merged with low-hanging clouds. Fishermen collected on the pier. The water below glistened. Clear and turquoise. Waves rolled lazily onto the sugar sand.
The multicolored doors of the connected beachside shops were open, welcoming the stirring breeze and a breath of salt air. Food kiosks were numerous. Mobile metal carts served snacks and meals. He was tempted to order a basket of chili fries. But decided against it. He seldom ate between meals. Heâd save room for supper.
Landon tugged his Rogues baseball cap low on his
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