Heavy Hitter (Dating Mr. Baseball Book 4) by Lucy McConnell

Author:Lucy McConnell [McConnell, Lucy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Orchard View Publishing LLC
Published: 2019-04-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Brock

Brock hung out in the dugout, away from the crowds.

Under the stadium was the players’ and coaches’ domain. They had batting cages, pitching facilities, all the medical gadgets and gizmos and offices as well as workout rooms. The Redrocks’ facilities had green paint halfway up the walls like the locker room. It always looked new, like it had just been painted the day before. The visiting team’s areas were all gray. Drab. A downer, really. It was a subconscious message that they were less than the home team.

Above him, the sound of thousands of feet and the general shuffle of people vibrated.

Brock wiped the sweat off his temple.

It was one thing to play baseball in front of thousands of people; it was quite another to pick up a microphone. Not that his job was all that hard. He just had to kill time between tryouts by asking the contestants and fans questions. He was supposed to be the color commentary, but the idea was making him turn green. His stomach didn’t like the fact that he’d agreed to take on this assignment. It was hard to say no to Sheila, though. So when she’d asked so sweetly, his lips had formed the words before the rest of him understood what was happening.

She had that effect on him. They’d had a great time—the best of times—in Vegas. But it was one date. He shouldn’t be so far gone over a woman after one date that she could rope him into public speaking with little more than a soft lilt in her voice.

“There you are.” Sheila came through the doors that separated the locker room from the hallways. As she approached, his heart pounded louder and louder, drowning out the noise from above. “I have cue cards for you.” She held up a half-inch stack of index cards. On the back was the Redrocks logo, which made him smile. Sheila was so in love with this team. “I found some questions for you to use—just in case.”

His nerves sagged with relief. He’d spent the morning coming up with ideas, all of which sounded trite when he practiced them in the truck on the drive over. “Thank you.”

He took the cards, brushing her fingers with his in the process and reminding him of her Goldilocks comment in the truck. He stepped closer, unable to resist the pull he felt to be with her, to touch her. He reached up and brushed his fingers down her cheek, just as he’d dreamed of doing several times. She was so soft, so holdable—if that was even a word.

She glanced quickly around them as if they were doing something wrong. Her hesitancy made him pause and then back off. The last thing he wanted to do was hand his heart to Sheila and have her toss it away because she was too busy for him. He’d been hurt one too many times before to not know the signals.

“Thanks for the cards. They’ll help a lot.”

She looked

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