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I’ve never hit a home run before,” the boy pointed out.
    “Are you arguing with me, Michael?”
    “No, Coach.”
    The boy went out to the plate. The first pitch crept past his bat, and so did the second, but he knocked that third pitch right past the shortstop and into the outfield, where the left fielder let it pass right between his legs.
    “Come on, Michael!” Rose yelled. “Run, run, run!”
    “See? What did I tell you, you did just fine.” RJ handed her the ice cream. Sponge Bob’s face had started to melt off a bit, but it was still a big yellow square of ice cream on a stick.
    Rose stared at it like there was still a part of her that wanted to complain that she didn’t eat food like that, but apparently that part was quickly overruled because she grabbed the ice cream and promptly licked off one of the bubble gum eyeballs.
    “This is really fun,” Rose said. “I love how enthusiastic they all are,” Rose said, before jumping up out of her seat when another great hit landed in the outfield.
    “It looks like they aren’t the only ones.”
    She smiled at him. “Honestly, this is the most fun I’ve had in a very long time.”
    For RJ, though, the best part about the baseball game was just being next to her, close enough that he caught everything she called the umpire under her breath when she thought no one could hear.
    It would have been so easy to reach out and touch her, if only that wouldn’t have risked ruining the whole day.
    Until, a few second later when the game was tied and the tension on the bleachers had ratcheted up several degrees, Rose reached out and took RJ’s hand in hers. She held onto it while the last of their batters lined up at the plate. With a runner on third base and two outs, they needed a good clean hit to win the game, but right then, RJ could barely keep his focus on the game, could barely think about anything other than the feeling of Rose’s hand in his.
    He could remember the kiss they’d shared — every last detail. It was the best kiss he’d ever experienced. It had been the closest he’d ever felt to any woman, including his ex-wife.
    Yet right then, just holding hands on the bleachers with Rose was even sweeter.
    “Yes!” Rose yelled, dragging him to his feet as the ball sailed into the outfield. “We’ve won!”
    For a moment, he thought that she might hug him, and maybe that would have been even better than the hand-holding, but Rose dropped her ice cream stick into the garbage can and rushed forward to congratulate the kids instead.
    And even when she told him she needed to get back because Donovan would be picking her up soon for a champagne toast one of his colleagues was throwing the two of them, RJ knew the afternoon had gone better than he could possibly have hoped.
    Rose had held his hand. She’d sat on the bleachers during a Little League game with him like a couple would have done, and it had felt so right.
    More than that, the afternoon had proved that the real Rose was still in there somewhere, and that she was still a smart, funny woman who would rather eat an ice cream at a children’s baseball game than go to an art gallery any day.

Chapter Ten
     
    The party was everything Rose had come to expect from Donovan’s friends. It was stylish, elegant, refined...and she kept having to hold back a yawn. Of course, she reminded herself, they were all here to celebrate her and Donovan, so that should be enough.
    Rose had barely had time to get home and change before Donovan had picked her up. She’d thrown on a sleek navy blue dress and heels, but without the time to put together anything better, she felt severely underdressed next to the collection of plastic surgeons and their model-beautiful wives and girlfriends. Donovan had assured her that she looked lovely, but she’d had a hard time believing he meant it.
    Maybe it was because of the way he’d said, “You look lovely tonight, Rose,” as calmly as if he’d been telling a client how