Perfect Pitch by Mindy Klasky

Author:Mindy Klasky [Klasky, Mindy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: contemporary romance, sexy romance, hot romance, spicy romance, baseball, sports romance
Goodreads: 20652658
Publisher: Book View Cafe
Published: 2014-02-11T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 6

Sam nestled deeper beneath the heavy comforter, stretching her legs toward the foot of the bed. The sheets were soft as satin, inviting her to settle back into sleep, to ease the gentle ache in her thighs, across her belly. She stretched again and scrunched the down pillow beneath her head, teetering on the edge of dreams.

Heavy comforter. Soft as satin. Down pillow.

Sam wasn’t in her own bed. She was far from her well-worn quilt, her often-washed cotton sheets, her deflated foam pillow that she’d been vowing to replace for months.

She opened her eyes to find herself awash in a sea of charcoal gray. Half a dozen burgundy throw pillows slouched against the cream-colored wall, as if they’d been tossed there in a storm. Which, in a way, they had. Sam remembered now how she’d come to be in this king-size bed, how DJ had carried her here with effortless strength.

Now, she reached out for his pillow. It held his scent, the soft bite of cedar, but it was cool to her touch. She rolled over, squinting to make out the numbers on the nearby clock. 11:32. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept so late.

Alarmed, she sat up in bed, reflexively gathering the covers close around her. “DJ?” she called, but she didn’t actually expect a reply. The house was silent, heavy, and she was certain she was alone.

That certainty was cemented by the note that waited behind the clock. The letters were neat and masculine; they looked like they’d been dashed off with a sturdy felt-tip pen. “House-Breaker—I guessed you took your coffee light and sweet. I’m at the park till eight. Dinner tonight? DJ”

His initials twanged a bowstring deep inside her, and she realized her entire body ached, the pleasant reminder of a long night’s exertion. She reached past the note for the huge silver mug that weighted down the nightstand, its rubberized lid hinting at the hot caffeine it contained. Slipping open the lever that allowed her to drink, she caught a breath of pure Colombian steam.

The coffee was heaven in a cup. She closed her eyes as she swallowed, picturing DJ’s capable hands loading up the coffee-maker, measuring out sugar, pouring cream. She imagined him gliding into his bedroom, gazing down at her as she slept. She wondered if he’d touched her hair, if he’d pulled the covers closer about her shoulders. Sipping more coffee, she wondered how the morning would have progressed, if DJ hadn’t needed to work that day.

If she hadn’t needed to work.

In a flash, Sam remembered she had an obligation that afternoon—cutting the ribbon to open a new organic grocery store over in Cary. She downed a huge swallow of the perfect coffee and looked at the clock again. She should have just enough time to collect her clothes, to walk down the street to the corner where she’d left her car (lest she give away her presence when DJ returned home), to head home for a shower and fresh clothes, and then speed across town to the market.

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