Page 96 of Dirty Politics

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Liv hadn’t plannedto attend baseball practice; she was, under no circumstances, going to play; but her boss needed some papers signed immediately, so here she was - watching from the sidelines. She tapped her foot as she waited for a moment to take papers out to Senator Holland.

Representative Ray walked up beside her. “Why aren’t you playing today?”

“Oh, I’m just a courier at the moment,” Liv said, holding up the papers.

“Too bad,” Byron said. “I really enjoyed watching you embarrass all of these tough guys.”

She smiled. “I enjoy it myself.”

“I heard you had a bit of an accident over Christmas,” Byron said.

“Oh, it’s embarrassing,” she said. “I can’t drive on ice apparently.”

“Are you feeling better?”

“Yes,” she said. “I’m almost back to normal...maybe not ball-playing normal.”

“I see you had stitches on your forehead,” he said.

“Yes,” she said. “They are almost healed.

“It’s looking good,” he said, leaning in to inspect them. “We wouldn’t want to damage that pretty face of yours.”

She leaned back on her heels and smiled tightly.

“I’m sorry we keep having to change our meeting,” he said. “It’s just a busy season.”

“Oh, no problem,” she said. “I accepted that last calendar invite. We should be good to go.”

“Well, then, it’s a date,” he said, with a smile.

“Ameeting.”

“Right, right, a meeting,” he said, his eyes sparkling.

“Oh, there’s a break in the action,” Liv said, walking away. “I have to get these papers to Senator Holland.”

That was weird.She thought as she hurried off.

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“Liv,” Will said. “Deliveringpapers for Speaker Miller?”

“Yes,” she said, standing outside the dugout. “I’m just waiting for him to sign them.”

She lowered her voice. “That ass is looking good in your ball gear.”

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