Coming Back To You by Lynne Donya

Author:Lynne, Donya
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: contemporary romance, steamy romance, sexy scenes, good karma, donya lynne, strong karma, mark strong
Publisher: Donya Lynne

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At five forty-five, Brad pulled into the softball complex. Mark’s BMW was already there, causing an odd, conflicted yearning to overtake her. Part of her—the part who wanted to take Mark into the nearest storage closet and strip him bare—perked up in excitement. But her practical side—the one devoted to Brad and all things reasonable—scowled. That side of her detested the intrusion on a physical outlet that had helped distract her mind from her depression last year. And now, here he was, infiltrating and inserting himself into yet another facet of her life.

“It’s a little chilly tonight.” Brad grabbed his duffel from the backseat.

Karma hefted hers over her shoulder, thankful she’d brought a sweatshirt. It was the end of September and the weather was growing cooler. Soon, it would be sweater weather. She loved sweater weather. Or, rather, she loved the idea of it. The thought of snuggling into a soft, fluffy, oversized sweater on a trip to the local orchard to buy homemade apple butter, cider, and search the pumpkin patch for the perfect pumpkin to make a jack-o’-lantern filled her soul with warmth and left a nostalgic grin on her face. Unfortunately, the reality was that the trip to the orchard would be on a dreary, rainy day too bone-chilling cold for just a sweater. If late September’s weather was a temperamental mix of hot and cold, October’s was notorious for overcast, drizzly autumn days.

As they approached the softball diamond, Karma spied Mark warming up with Lisa and frowned. Her best friend was consorting with the enemy. Lisa should know better than that. They tossed a ball back and forth, and Mark looked as at ease with softball as he had playing basketball when she’d visited him in Chicago last summer. The guy was built for sports. And damn, his arms were ripped. Looked like Mark had been seriously working out in his year away.

Jasper and several other members of the team were already warming up, too. As usual, she and Brad were the late arrivals. Brad could never seem to pick her up on time. There was always some last-minute crisis at work he had to tend to.

“Hey, Karma!” Lisa waved.

Mark turned, caught her eye, and then his gaze quickly jumped to Brad.

Let the awkwardness begin.

“Hi.” She waved back at Lisa, briefly met Mark’s gaze again, then knelt beside her bag along the dusty sideline.

She fished out her mitt, grabbed one of the balls from the equipment duffel, then she and Brad trotted out to the field, setting up a few feet away from Mark and Lisa. Standing about twenty feet from Brad, she tossed the ball his direction.

The white ball landed in his leather mitt with a familiar thwack.

Back-and-forth, they tossed the ball, getting a good, easy rhythm going. Thwack…thwack.

For five minutes, she focused on the flying white orb, forcing herself not to look at Mark. But she could feel him. He was right there, barely ten feet away. It was like the guy

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