Protective Instincts by Mary Marvella

Author:Mary Marvella [Marvella, Mary]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00EGE93CC
Goodreads: 18307216
Published: 2013-08-10T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Lunch at one o'clock was rowdy, with the adults eating huge sandwiches while Alisha was too nervous to do more than nibble.

"Can't you eat any faster? You'd think this was the last meal any of you'd ever have. Come on, I don't want to be late!"

"We have plenty of time." Matt took another bite of his sandwich.

Brit laughed when Matt grabbed the car keys and invited her to go with him and Alisha to the field. The kid nearly danced to all the way to the car.

What would my life have been like if I'd stayed here to teach, instead of going to Florence? Would a crazy man have attacked me? Would she have met someone like Sam? Not likely.

Shortly before two o'clock, brother and sister watched the excited twelve-year old race to the baseball field where four other red-shirted, pony-tailed girls, bounced in anticipation.

By two o'clock, Brit stood stock still as Zeke stepped from his navy blue sports car. His auburn hair was windblown and his tan dark. His physique was nothing short of fantastic. The waist was slim but his shoulders and chest were anything but.

He faced the girls on the field, his fists rested on his hips in a militant stance that stretched his red coach's shirt taut across his chest. Dark sunglasses covered his eyes, making them unreadable, despite the determined set of his mouth and jaw. White shorts showed well-muscled, hair-dusted legs.

The hero stood with the twelve admiring adolescents awaiting his instructions. Brit grinned and watched her old friend in the limelight. "Go get 'em Tiger," she muttered. Her grin stretched. She noticed him pause in his instructions, as carloads of blue-shirted girls invaded the home territory.

The girls had barely left his side before the man was attacked by a female about to burst from her short halter-top and leaking cheek from her red shorts. That much cheek should never be seen on that end, especially in public. The gushy woman grabbed one arm, just as another woman reached for his other arm. He looked like a wishbone about to be pulled. They look at him like he's God's gift and it's Christmas.

Zeke's auburn head raised.

Brit held her breath.

His hand rose to his glasses. Piercing blue eyes gazed over the tops. They stared for seconds, before grinning like long lost friends. They both waved and Brit moved toward the field when Zeke broke from his female bonds and strode toward the stands.

He stuffed the glasses into his breast pocket.

He swung her at a dizzying speed.

Brit's arms wound around his neck.

The kiss he planted on her lips caught her by surprise. He'd learned something in the past fifteen years. The man could really kiss. What else has he learned? He did have a crush on me and I was fond of him, and he's one sexy male.

"Hi, stranger," a deep, husky voice whispered against her ear. "It's been a long time, too long, and I missed you."

"You're a sight for sore eyes yourself!" Brit smiled.

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