Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 72669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“Yeah,” I said, clearing my throat.
The man’s body tightened, and I looked down, nervous now.
Mia sat down on the inside, making me sit down on the part of the open bleacher that was closest to the man.
Oh, God. He smelled good.
“Your shoe’s untied, man,” Jeff’s brother said to the other man.
“Thanks,” he said, dropping down to one knee beside me.
He placed his ball glove on the bleachers next to my leg, and I started to hyperventilate slightly when I saw how close his fingers had come to touching me.
I tried to look at something else—anything else—but my gaze was mesmerized by the play of muscles that were working in his arms and back by the simple task of tying his shoe.
Then a man on the other team came up to the guy tying his shoe and knocked his hat off his head.
I caught it in my hands almost out of instinct and handed it back to him.
His eyes, then, turned to me.
He was nearly eye to eye with me, giving me my first close up view of his face.
“Thanks,” he rumbled, sending shivers down my spine.
I smiled at him.
“You’re welcome,” I replied softly.
Whistles blew and he got up, grabbed his hat, and then his glove.
This time his fingers did touch me.
Chills spread out along the path that his fingers had touched.
It’d only been a quick brush of his fingers but it’d been enough that I could still feel the warmth. in their wake
“Whoa, Mase. What the hell was that?” Mia asked, bumping me with her shoulder.
I shook my head. “I have no earthly idea.”
***
He played third base.
Which meant I got to see him the entire time. Well, his ass anyway.
And what a spectacular ass it was.
I’d been staring at it for three hours now, completely ignoring everyone else on the field but him.
They were calling him ‘Mike.’
Well, someone would say ‘Mike’ and the rest of the crowd would say, ‘Who?’
I snickered as someone said it again.
Thunder rumbled overhead, and I looked up at the sky and frowned.
I didn’t think it was supposed to rain today, but Texas was notorious for heat storms.
Lighting and thunder followed the heat, lighting the sky up with them.
Maybe it was one of those, I thought.
Except it wasn’t.
I couldn’t be that lucky.
“Strike!” The umpire called.
“Yeah, boy!”
I giggled as the team started to jump up and down, excitement thrumming through their veins at the win.
A fat droplet hit me on the leg, and I looked up at the sky once again.
“Hey,” I said, poking Mia with my elbow.
She ignored me and instead continued to talk to Jeff’s brother, leaving me to wonder what I should do.
Then the rain answered for me moments later when the sky opened up.
I got up and gasped, staring in horror.
Then I remembered my project that was in my backpack in the car and took off.
I sprinted to the parking lot, running as fast as my legs could take me.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I said as I reached my Jeep.
I started yanking the back hatch open even before I’d rocked to a stop.
I hurriedly jumped onto the back bumper, then lifted one foot to rest on the back fender where I started to pull the soft top up and over the top.
I moaned in frustration when it got caught on something, causing me to have to get down, fix it and get right back up again once I’d fixed the kink.
My eyes quickly darted down to the backpack that was becoming soaked, and I prayed that the ‘waterproof’ backpack was actually as waterproof as it said it was when I’d gotten it.
Pushing up hard, I nearly fell when the whole entire thing became weightless.
Looking around in confusion, I saw the hot guy I’d been staring at all night on the opposite side of the Jeep.
He was moving the soft top into place without me even having to explain what he had to do.
And he wasn’t having to stand on the Jeep like I was having to do. He was just reaching up not even trying hard.
My mouth went dry when I saw the way his shirt was being molded to his chest due to the rain.
The smell of rain was thick and heavy as I jumped down and quickly hurried to the inside of the Jeep and started snapping the top into place.
He was already on his side, hooking it in as well.
“Thank you,” I said with a smile.
He winked and reached in the back seat for the windows.
Within two minutes we had the Jeep set up, and I was left soaked to the bone, but incredibly happy.
“Thank you,” I said to him. “I really appreciate your help…”
“Booth,” he answered.
I grinned. “Thank you, Booth.”
He grinned back.
“You’re welcome, Masen.”
My mouth dropped open.
“How’d you know my name?” I asked, my voice high and excited.
He didn’t tell me.