New York Doc to Blushing Bride by Janice Lynn

Author:Janice Lynn
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2015-11-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

“HEY, BATTER—BATTER, SWING!” a teammate called out, as Sloan eyed the next batter stepping up to the plate.

His catcher stuck two fingers down, indicating the pitch she wanted him to throw. He shook his head.

Her gaze narrowed and she made another hand signal. He shook his head again. The catcher’s mask failed to hide the displeasure twisting her lovely mouth. Anger flashed in her blue-green eyes then she gave another signal.

He nodded. Not because of the passionate spark in her eyes but because it was the pitch he’d intended to throw all along. Sloan had pitched against Robert Jenson before. The emergency-room doctor would tear up the fastball Cara had originally suggested, but the man couldn’t hit Sloan’s curve ball.

The man looked back at Cara, winked at her, then assumed the batter’s stance.

Sloan didn’t have to be a genius to know the emotion rocking through him was pure green jealousy at that wink and the smile Cara gave back to Robert. It was. The kind that made him want to scream and yell and beat on his chest and tell the man to leave her alone. She was his.

Only Cara wasn’t his.

Sure, four months had gone by since she’d moved back to Bloomberg and stepped into her father’s shoes. She’d maintained their truce. But that’s as far as it went. On the surface she was polite and professional to him, but that’s where she kept things. On the surface. She wouldn’t let her guard down for one minute to actually get to know him or to let him in.

Was that what he still wanted? After months of them walking on eggshells? For Preston’s snippy, snappy daughter to let him in?

Hell. It was.

For four months he’d been telling himself he was being cordial to her for Preston’s sake, for the sake of the clinic and their patients, for his own sake because life was simpler if they got along for the time she was in Bloomberg.

Truth was, he was as fascinated by her as he’d ever been. More so.

Sloan twisted his arm around and flung the ball toward Cara’s waiting glove.

Not as a curve, but a fastball. Not what he’d intended. Not what she’d been expecting.

Luckily, Robert must have been as distracted by that smiled response to his wink as Sloan had been because he swung half a second too late and the ball sailed by and went straight into Cara’s waiting glove.

“Strike one,” the umpire called out.

Cara’s brow lifted in surprise as she stood and tossed the ball back to him for the next pitch.

Yeah, he’d said he wasn’t going to throw a fast pitch. He knew. He needed to get his head in the game and off his pretty redheaded catcher.

Only she said something to the batter and the man’s face lit up like a Roman candle, his smile as wide as any Sloan had ever seen.

Was Cara flirting? For that matter, she could be dating Jenson. Sloan didn’t know what she did, where she went, on her off-call weekends.

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