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Authors: Mindy Klasky
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, Contemporary Romance, sexy romance, Genre Fiction, Baseball, spicy romance, Sports, Sports Romance, hot romance
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typed back to RoadWarrior: “I’ve never been. And it’s too cold to start now.”
His response was immediate. “I’d warm you up.”
There was that flush again, the heat that curled her lips into a smile. Skinny-dipping. There was an innocence to the word, to the act. She’d be turned off by a guy who suggested a roll in the sheets this early in their chatting. But a quick naked swim? What could be wrong with that? She raised her eyebrows and typed, “You have a meeting to get to, don’t you?”
“If you change your mind, you know where to reach me.”
She shook her head and closed TrueLove. She did know where to reach him. He was right at her fingertips. Rrrowrrr.
Easy, girl. Take your time.
That’s not what Ashley would say. Ashley would say, “Go for it. What do you have to lose?” But Ashley didn’t have a daughter to worry about. Ashley didn’t have Nick to deal with.
And that was a perfect segue back to work. Jamie returned to her website software. She selected three shots of Nick for her portfolio. There were hundreds to choose from—with digital cameras, the cost was in missing the opportunity, not in taking too many pictures. She found one where he’d been staring into the distance, unaware that she was still working. His eyes were clear, focused far across the room, and his face was relaxed, peaceful and calm.
She could have taken the shot seven years ago as easily as yesterday, except he was wearing his Rockets uniform, its navy 12 blazing like a beacon. She sighed and saved the draft for the website update, all three Nick pictures ready to go, once she could make them public.
This was a beginning, adding to her portfolio. She could slip in a few photos of DJ Thomas, too. And, with any luck, the rest of the calendar shoot would go as well. It would be a few days before the team could wrangle any more players to the ballpark. Most of the men were traveling in their time off, taking advantage of the off season.
Jamie swallowed the last of her tea, grimacing when she realized how cold it had gotten. Maybe her luck actually was changing. Maybe the Rockets would bring her the business she so desperately needed. Maybe RoadWarrior would turn out to be everything he seemed—funny, and smart, and sexy too.
A girl could hope. In the meantime, Jamie decided to browse through the next Five Live Questions. There had to be something there that would be fun to answer.
CHAPTER 4
Patience is a virtue, Nick thought as he turned a dog-eared page on his book. He couldn’t get Olivia out of his mind. No matter how much he’d promised to wait for Jamie to get comfortable, he was ready to meet his daughter now.
At least he’d kept himself busy over the weekend. A bunch of the guys had decided to fly down to Florida at the last minute to take in the division championship. The Rockets might be out of contention, but good baseball was good baseball—especially when you were with a bunch of roughnecks whose sole goal was to blow off a little steam. Between hanging out with the guys and attending the actual games, sleeping till noon and filling the time before cocktail hour with Bloody Marys, Nick hadn’t had much time to think.
He certainly hadn’t had time to screw around on TrueLove. The guys would never let him forget it, if he told them he was on the dating website. Hell, they’d probably make up a bunch of bogus profiles, pretend to be women just to lure him into making an ass out of himself. He’d ignored TrueLove, and he’d ignored the whole tangled mess with Jamie too.
But now that he was back home, he was ready to lean on Twelve a little. He had to be careful. He didn’t want her to drag his ass to court, where he’d be left trying to make his case to a judge. Courts were so fond of absentee fathers, not to mention professional athletes who spent half their lives on the road. Right.
Instead, he’d started the day on the Internet, pulling up Jamie’s website and tracking down her email
His response was immediate. “I’d warm you up.”
There was that flush again, the heat that curled her lips into a smile. Skinny-dipping. There was an innocence to the word, to the act. She’d be turned off by a guy who suggested a roll in the sheets this early in their chatting. But a quick naked swim? What could be wrong with that? She raised her eyebrows and typed, “You have a meeting to get to, don’t you?”
“If you change your mind, you know where to reach me.”
She shook her head and closed TrueLove. She did know where to reach him. He was right at her fingertips. Rrrowrrr.
Easy, girl. Take your time.
That’s not what Ashley would say. Ashley would say, “Go for it. What do you have to lose?” But Ashley didn’t have a daughter to worry about. Ashley didn’t have Nick to deal with.
And that was a perfect segue back to work. Jamie returned to her website software. She selected three shots of Nick for her portfolio. There were hundreds to choose from—with digital cameras, the cost was in missing the opportunity, not in taking too many pictures. She found one where he’d been staring into the distance, unaware that she was still working. His eyes were clear, focused far across the room, and his face was relaxed, peaceful and calm.
She could have taken the shot seven years ago as easily as yesterday, except he was wearing his Rockets uniform, its navy 12 blazing like a beacon. She sighed and saved the draft for the website update, all three Nick pictures ready to go, once she could make them public.
This was a beginning, adding to her portfolio. She could slip in a few photos of DJ Thomas, too. And, with any luck, the rest of the calendar shoot would go as well. It would be a few days before the team could wrangle any more players to the ballpark. Most of the men were traveling in their time off, taking advantage of the off season.
Jamie swallowed the last of her tea, grimacing when she realized how cold it had gotten. Maybe her luck actually was changing. Maybe the Rockets would bring her the business she so desperately needed. Maybe RoadWarrior would turn out to be everything he seemed—funny, and smart, and sexy too.
A girl could hope. In the meantime, Jamie decided to browse through the next Five Live Questions. There had to be something there that would be fun to answer.
CHAPTER 4
Patience is a virtue, Nick thought as he turned a dog-eared page on his book. He couldn’t get Olivia out of his mind. No matter how much he’d promised to wait for Jamie to get comfortable, he was ready to meet his daughter now.
At least he’d kept himself busy over the weekend. A bunch of the guys had decided to fly down to Florida at the last minute to take in the division championship. The Rockets might be out of contention, but good baseball was good baseball—especially when you were with a bunch of roughnecks whose sole goal was to blow off a little steam. Between hanging out with the guys and attending the actual games, sleeping till noon and filling the time before cocktail hour with Bloody Marys, Nick hadn’t had much time to think.
He certainly hadn’t had time to screw around on TrueLove. The guys would never let him forget it, if he told them he was on the dating website. Hell, they’d probably make up a bunch of bogus profiles, pretend to be women just to lure him into making an ass out of himself. He’d ignored TrueLove, and he’d ignored the whole tangled mess with Jamie too.
But now that he was back home, he was ready to lean on Twelve a little. He had to be careful. He didn’t want her to drag his ass to court, where he’d be left trying to make his case to a judge. Courts were so fond of absentee fathers, not to mention professional athletes who spent half their lives on the road. Right.
Instead, he’d started the day on the Internet, pulling up Jamie’s website and tracking down her email
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