Delay of Game (Dating Mr. Baseball Book 1) by Lucy McConnell

Author:Lucy McConnell [McConnell, Lucy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Orchard View Publishing LLC
Published: 2017-03-22T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

For one small moment, everything had been centered. And then Elise pulled her hand away. Needing her touch, needing the way it made him feel, wasn’t something he was comfortable with, and yet he had no desire to make it stop. In fact, all he could think about was how to make it happen more often.

He pulled alongside her car and retrieved the tire, tire iron, and jack from his trunk.

“You probably don’t leave home without one of these, do you?” She patted the jack in his hands.

“My dad would be ashamed.” Blake began loosening the lug nuts. As soon as he had one spinning, he moved on to the next, while Elise twisted it the rest of the way off and set them aside so they didn’t roll away.

“What does he think about baseball?” she asked. She kept her eyes on the tire, more comfortable to look there than at him while she talked. Which was fine. Talking was an improvement; he could work on eye contact.

“He was so disappointed when I was drafted.”

The jack stopped. “You’re joking, right?” She lifted her gaze.

Bingo! He held her there for a minute, before slowly smiling.

She swatted his calf, the only part of him she could reach while kneeling by her car. “Be serious.”

“I am. He was disappointed I wasn’t drafted by the Yankees. He’s president of their fan club.” Blake lay on his back and set the jack under her back axle. Once it was in place, she pumped the jack to lift the car.

Elise shook her head. “Poor guy. How will he ever get over the disappointments you’ve brought into his life?” She smiled, and Blake’s chest got all big and warm.

“I’ve got a brother who fills in the gaps. He has a wife and two kids, still works with Dad.”

She stared up at him. “You miss them.”

He grunted. “Every day.”

She patted his leg, leaving behind a grease smudge. He stared at it. “Oh, sorry.” She looked at her dirty hands and her nose wrinkled. He resisted the urge to kiss her forehead.

“No worries. When I was younger, every pair of jeans I owned had black streaks on them.”

“Your poor mother. I can’t imagine the laundry.”

He broke into a smile as he removed the old tire and lifted the new one in place. “My mama would love you.”

“Why?” Elise put a lug nut in place for him to tighten. They hadn’t divided up jobs or anything; they just kind of fell into a comfortable rhythm, a shadow of the connection they shared when their lips and bodies came together. But it was enough.

“Because you keep me in line.” He started tightening lug nuts.

“Ha!” Elise sat down with her back against his car.

He gave the bolt a final jerk and joined her, wiping the perspiration off his forehead with the back of his hand.

“I’ll never get it loose if you tighten it up like that.”

Blake picked up her hand and looked it over. “That’s the idea—I like being needed by you.

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