Page 15 of Stealing Home

Her eyes narrow, and she looks me up and down. “You have time for her,” she accuses.

Scott exhales. It’s obvious this conversation has been going around in circles for a while. “Harlow and I are working on the youth baseball clinic together. We’re short on time, so if there’s nothing else, we’ve got to go get some stuff done.”

“Isn’t she the coach’s wife? Can’t she manage this on her own? I never get to see you anymore.” She actually pouts.

Scott looks at me for help. His eyes practically begging me. I’m not surprised he doesn’t want to spend time with her now. Yes, she’s beautiful, but her voice makes me want to puncture my eardrums.

I make a show of looking at my smart watch. “We actually do need to hurry if we hope to make it to the school district by our appointment.” It’s absolute bullshit, they have no idea we’re coming.

He winks at me, and I know he’s just silently thanking me for helping him, but it still makes my heart flutter a little.

Scott gently grabs my elbow and starts to guide me closer to the entrance. “You’re absolutely right, we better hurry.”

The girl, whose name is apparently Katrina, steps in front of me and stomps her foot. “Scott, let her go to the school. That sounds boring. Let’s go back to your place and have some fun.”

“It’s my team, so no, she’s not going to handle this on her own. What kind of leader would that make me? As for us seeing each other, we have talked about that,” he says firmly.

“Ugh,” she grunts. “It was one time. Campbell isn’t who I want to be with.”

“I told you before, I don’t share women with my teammates,” he says. “You’re embarrassing yourself now. I’m not going to change my mind, so give it up.”

She tosses her long blonde hair over her shoulder. “It’s not like we were exclusive or serious.”

He finally looks straight at her. The coldness in his eyes makes me shiver. This is clearly a man that doesn’t forgive easily. “Then it shouldn’t be too hard for you to move on.”

With his hold still on my elbow, he pulls me past Katrina who is still babbling about how great they are together. When we’re far enough past her, he drops my arm. “Sorry about that. Some of the girls on campus have heard a rumor that I’m going to be drafted this year and are relentless about locking me down. I have no interest in being used for fame and fortune.”

I wince, feeling second hand guilt. “I’m pretty sure the university and my husband are responsible for spreading that rumor.”

“Yeah, they’re included in that list of people I’m not going to let use me,” he grumbles.

I follow him into a work room clearly markedStaff Only. “Are we supposed to be in here?”

He smirks again. I’m glad I’m able to amuse him by asking simple questions. “I bet you were a good girl growing up, weren’t you? Followed all the rules?”

I roll my eyes. “Who says I’ve changed?”

“Don’t tease me, Harlow. I’m dying to find out how good you are.”

My face heats. “Is it your life’s mission to make me blush?”

His blue eyes darken to my favorite color navy. “It just might be.”

“Come over here and pull up your document,” he changes the subject before I can scold him for flirting with me again.

He logs into a desktop and I pull up my email to retrieve the flyer. He looks at it over my shoulder, and I can feel his warm breath tickle my neck. “This looks great.”

“Thank you,” I whisper, and hold my breath as he reaches around me to hit a few keys.

I startle when the printer starts humming and spitting out pages.

Finally, Scott steps back, and I feel like I can breathe again. He glances at his watch and tips his head toward the door. “We should have enough time to get these approved at the school district office and drop them off at the elementary school so they can be handed out tomorrow. Then we can swing by some of the community boards around town and post the rest. And we’ll be done in time for us to grab lunch before I have to go to practice.”

“I thought you told Katrina you didn’t have time for lunch,” I remind him.

He smirks. “I didn’t have time forher. For you, I’ll make time.”

“You’re dangerous, hotshot,” I mumble.

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