Page 43 of Audra: The Prequel

Despite having a good time, Damon’s story was never far from Audra’s mind.

Who had destroyed his kite and why?

She wondered if she’d ever know the answer to that question.

Audra reached blindly for her ringing phone in the dark.

“Hello?”

“Hey.” It was Damon.

Immediately, she smiled. “Hey. What time is it?”

“After twelve.”

“Congratulations on the win tonight,” she whispered. He was in Cincinnati, and they’d played the Reds.

“They almost whooped our asses.”

“But you came back.”

“We did. But that’s not why I called. Why’d you send me that picture?”

“Did you like it?” she asked coyly.

“Hell, yeah.”

She had texted him a photo of her looking over her shoulder in one of his T-shirts that barely covered her backside. She had never done anything like that before, but the teasing shot didn’t involve any nudity, and Damon made her feel safe.

“Your butt looked amazing in my shirt, but you already know that.”

She giggled softly. “You have a one-track mind.”

“What was I supposed to think when you sent me a picture like that?”

“I was saying hello and showing you how well your shirt fit.”

“Uh-huh. You’re in trouble when I get back.”

“Promises, promises.”

She missed him so much, and hearing his deep, inviting voice made her long for him even more. The days between seeing him were too long, and the time they spent together was too short.

“You know, I was thinking about Kerilyn and came up with something else we could do together. How about you bring her to the game on Saturday? She can come down on the field and warm up with me and the rest of the team.”

Audra heard the smile in his voice. She glanced at her daughter asleep in the bed beside her, arms spread wide and her chest rising up and down. Since the weekend they spent at the park, she had joined them two more times for activities in the past couple of weeks.

“She would love that.”

“I thought so. I’ll let her throw a couple of pitches and show off her skills.”

Thanks to him, her daughter had gotten better at playing catch, and he was probably just as excited as Kerilyn would be. She couldn’t be more pleased that he enjoyed spending time with her daughter, and Kerilyn enjoyed spending time with him too.

Audra laughed softly. “She’s like her momma—not very athletic—so again, don’t expect much.”

“I won’t be too hard on her.” He sighed heavily. “Damn, I miss you.”

“I miss you more,” Audra whispered.

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