“What has gotten into the Redrocks tonight?”

“I don’t know, Carl. They blew through those last two innings looking like a completely different team.”

Clover jumped out of her seat with excitement. The Redrocks won!

She’d been hauled up the stairs like some sort of criminal. “But I didn’t know I couldn’t throw things on the field,” she’d protested when they explained the reason she had to leave. “The players throw balls in the stands all the time.”

The older, but somehow hardened man didn’t reply. He simply put her in this waiting room and left. At least they had a television and she could watch the last of the game. The team was on fire. She’d never seen the Redrocks play with such precision.

It was so beautiful it stole her breath away.

And Dustin was at the top of his game. He had two hits, one of them a walk-off home run to win the game. The team jumped around home plate, and the fans went nuts. Loud footsteps thundered in the hall, and she brought her arms down and straightened her shirt. The door flew open, and Dustin bounded in. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her into the air.

“You won!” she yelled, cupping his cheeks. “That was the best game I’ve ever seen.”

He loosened his hold, and she slid down the front of him until her feet landed on solid ground. He pressed his warm forehead against hers. “Honestly, woman. You couldn’t be more perfect.” He kissed her once, quickly, and then again, deeply.

Clover slid her hands around his neck with no intention of letting him loose anytime soon. Each moment they were together relieved the tension and dispelled the gloom that had clung to her since the night she told him goodbye.

“Yaw!”

Clover and Dustin broke apart to find the infield players hooting at them through the open door. She ducked her head into Dustin’s chest in embarrassment. Dustin rubbed her back. “Don’t you all have something better to do?”

Coach Wolfe pushed and shoved his way through the crowded doorway. “Hit the showers!” he barked.

Clover exchanged a worried look with Dustin. The security guard had explained what a bad idea it was to throw something on the field during a game—with painstaking detail.

“I’m so, so, so, so sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt the game.” She turned to face the coach, and Dustin’s arms wrapped around her from behind. She wished he wouldn’t—she didn’t want him to take any of the blame for this.

The coach smiled. “Well.” He stared up at the ceiling. “Since we won, I’ll let it slide. But I need to know if this is all settled.” He waved his hand over the two of them. “I need Dustin without distractions. He’s a darn fine ballplayer when he puts his mind to it.”

Clover reached up and back and laid her hand on Dustin’s smooth cheek. “I like it when he wins.”

“I’ll win all day long for you,” Dustin said right next to her ear. His warm breath sent goose bumps over her skin.

Coach laughed and held up both hands. “I’m good with that.” He threw his hands at them and shook his head as he left.

Clover bit her lip and leaned back against Dustin’s solid chest. He pressed a kiss to her temple. “Are we settled? Is this what you want?”

Clover turned in his embrace. “I want you.”

He brushed her hair over her shoulder. “What about being from different places and all that?”

She dropped her gaze to his chest, where the team name was spelled out. “I said that because I was scared of the changes I saw in myself, afraid that I’d never be good enough or feel good enough for you.”

He opened his mouth to argue, and she pressed a finger to his lips. “I finally realized that you weren’t the one to make me feel that way, and I needed to own my insecurities. You’re a good man, Dustin Colt.” She gave him a saucy grin. “And a darn fine boyfriend when you put your mind to it.”

Dustin laughed. “Oh, I’ve got some boyfriend things to put my mind to.” He kissed her cheek, and then her jaw, and then her neck.

Clover leaned into him, relishing the feel of his lips on her skin and the tingle they created. They were definitely starting a new inning together—and she looked forward to every play.

Thank you for reading Caught Looking: Dating Mr. Baseball Book 2.

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