Love Bats Last by Pamela Aares

Author:Pamela Aares [Aares, Pamela]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Contemporary Fiction, Romance, woman's fiction, baseball, Contemporary, Sports
ISBN: 9781493648269
Amazon: B00I63Y4OQ
Barnesnoble: B00I63Y4OQ
Publisher: SeaStar Press
Published: 2014-01-30T05:00:00+00:00

Later that afternoon Jackie sat in her tiny office, unable to focus. She stared out her window and watched the dusk creep along the headland cliffs and the last of the surfers paddle in and head home.

She’d read the same lines in the report that Bradley had sent from UC Davis four times. Even in her fuzzy state it was pretty clear that the results of the water sample tests showed there had to be more than one source for the fertilizer runoff. The highest concentrations were at the mouth of the river, but the samples she took in the north stretch showed the same radioactive fingerprint.

Yet there was little or none in the samples she’d taken in between. Someone must be using the fertilizer heavily upstream and someone, probably the same someone, must be dumping the remainder in the bay. But why? She rubbed at her eyes. Conjecture wasn’t helping her or the seals.

In the face of such important findings, why it bothered her to call Alex about the gala stumped her. She’d called senators to get them to support marine mammal protection measures, called stubborn scientists to enlist their help investigating diseases, made calls to prickly fishermen to get help with rescues. The prospect of calling Alex for a very legitimate reason shouldn’t shake her.

Perhaps it was because she would be asking him to put himself on the line for the Center, asking him to be a show pony. She never liked being a show pony, but sometimes the work required it. And sometimes to reach the public you had to have a star. Right now, Alex was that star. Yet it was one thing to put yourself on the line, entirely another to ask somebody else to do it.

But the feeling that squeezed into her chest told her that it wasn’t just that. The morning of the water rescue, when she’d really gotten the measure of him, she knew in her heart that he was the kind of man she could imagine loving. Well, except for the ladies’ man, ballplayer part. And the knowledge that she was even thinking about needing a man at all shocked her. Shocked her so much that she was gazing out a window, mooning about the man, rather than working.

She gave up.

She loaded an armful of books and her laptop into her truck and headed home. Maybe she could concentrate better there.

When she reached the house, neither the hummingbirds hurrying to gather sips of nectar from her overgrown garden nor the soft breeze drifting across her patio and out to the rolling hills eased her.

She grabbed a pint of Ben & Jerry’s from the freezer and paced the perimeter of her tiny patio, waving her spoon in the air as she ran possible scripts in her mind and cursed Michael Albright under her breath.

Frustrated, she picked up the portable phone from her patio table and punched in Alex’s number. Feedback and an echo said she had a bad connection—she kept meaning to call the phone company—so she hung up and dialed again.

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