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pitch
caught the edge of the plate. He swung, connecting for a line drive foul into
the left field stands.
    One ball. Two
strikes.
    He stepped out
of the batter’s box while the catcher threw a fresh ball to the pitcher.
    The trickle of
sweat along his spine turned into a river. He missed being in control of his
life. Somehow his messed up personal life had spilled over into his
professional one, and he didn’t have a clue how to fix either. Before he
stepped back into the batter’s box, he closed his eyes and sucked in a deep
breath to center himself. A vision of Brooke on her knees, her ass red from his
attentions popped into his head. Blood rushed south.
    Ah, fuck! There wasn’t any room inside his cup for an erection, not to mention the
horrendous timing. He stepped into the batter’s box, planted his feet, and
focused his inappropriate energy on the next pitch.
    The pitcher began
his wind-up. He narrowed his gaze to the patch of white barely visible between
his opponent’s fingers. The moment the ball left the pitcher’s hand, he knew in
his gut, it was a good one. He tracked the orb’s trajectory, innately judging
its velocity. Adjusting his grip, he shifted his weight to his back leg and lightning
quick, swung the bat into the path of the ball. Wood connected with leather.
    Thwack .
    A sound to give
a guy a hard-on for sure. He’d hit enough to know it wouldn’t leave the park,
but it was a solid hit, nonetheless. He shifted his focus to first base and put
every ounce of power he possessed into beating the throw. His foot hit the bag,
followed a split-second later by the smack of leather against leather.
    “Safe!”
    He came to a
stop ten feet beyond the base and doubled over, bracing his hands on his knees.
The hometown crowd roared their approval, adding to the excitement by stomping
their feet in the Mustangs’ signature Thundering Herd rally. He took in two
deep breaths then straightened, waving an arm at the fans, thanking them for
their support. Never mind they were the same crowd who joyfully booed him minutes
ago. He smiled and returned to first base. Fans were fickle. Tomorrow’s
newspaper would celebrate the end of his hitless streak, and in the next
sentence complain it hadn’t been a homerun.
    He couldn’t care
less. All that mattered was he was hitting again. One hit didn’t make a streak,
but every streak began with one.
    Following the
game, Todd caught up to him in the parking lot. He checked to make sure they
were alone. “What were you thinking about when you got that hit tonight?”
    His face flushed
and he was grateful for the darkness surrounding them. Shit. Todd would
probably kill him if he knew where his thoughts had been at that moment. “Nowhere
in particular. I was just trying to concentrate on the ball.”
    “That’s a load
of crap if ever I heard one.” Todd jiggled the car keys in his hand. “I’d bet
you were thinking about Brooke. Maybe how you’d rather be smackin’ her ass
instead of the ball? I know that’s what I was thinking about when I was at bat.”
    Jason dug his
own car keys out of his pocket as they walked. “Naw, man. She’s your woman,” he
lied.
    “That she is.
She enjoyed playing with you.” Todd pointed his remote key entry toward his
car. A chirp sounded, and the locks disengaged. “If she’s happy, I’m happy. So,
until you find your own sub—”
    “Oh no. No.” He
shook his head. “I don’t think so. I appreciate the offer, and Brooke was…is
spectacular. But I wouldn’t feel right.”
    Todd opened the
car door, rested his forearm on the top. “Then I guess we’ll just have to see
what we can do about hookin’ you up with your own woman as soon as possible.”
    “Yeah, about
that,” he said. “I’m not sure it’s the thing for me.”
    Todd stared. “When
you hit the ball tonight, you were thinking of your handprint on Brooke’s ass,
weren’t you?”
    What point was
there in denying it? He obviously could see right