big heap, allowing her heart to resume its natural pace. Her reaction was so powerful she didn’t have the strength to hold on to the bat and dropped it on the floor right in front of her.
“I’m upstairs,” she replied, with her voice unsteady.
A minute later, her uncle leaned against the door jamb. “You all right?”
Still breathing erratically, she did her best to hold back tears when she said, “You gave me a fright.”
He came closer and knelt in front of her, taking her into his arms. “Sorry. I rang the bell a few times and got worried.”
“I took a bath. It’s been a bit of a day with all the meetings.”
Erik nodded. “I shouldn’t have barged in like that. I’m sorry.” He met her gaze and a grin spread across his face. “I brought some pizza and a bottle of Coke.”
She wasn’t really sure why he was here. It made even less sense that he’d brought pizza along, especially with his wife always serving the best dinners. Something was up, but she was still so shaken from the fright that she didn’t care.
She took a deep breath before replying, “Sounds yum. Give me two minutes to get dressed.”
Tamara stood and walked to the bathroom when Erik suddenly said, “Oliver asked about you.”
That stopped her in her tracks, as well as got her heart racing again.
He did? She tried her hardest not show her emotions or her surprise, yet she couldn’t hide the smile that tugged at her lips.
“So?”
“I told him about Jason.”
The smile turned into a grim, thin line, and her emotions into a tangled mess.
“Why?” she whispered.
Erik sat down on her bed, resting his elbows on his knees as he stared to the ground. “I needed to tell him,” he replied, equally quiet. “Something tells me he’s hooked on you and I don’t want him to hurt you. I promised—”
“Uncle Erik. I’m in my late twenties, and as much as I appreciate your help and concern, I believe I can look after myself.”
Looking up at her, he asked, “Can you?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“That means that I know Oliver.”
She left it at that and went into the bathroom to get dressed. “I can handle him,” she shouted into her bedroom.
When her uncle didn’t reply, she peeked through the gap in the door. “I said—”
“I heard ya.”
Five minutes later, she grabbed the pizza and followed him downstairs.
“I’ve got a movie as well.”
She smiled. “You don’t have to play babysitter.”
“I don’t. Jenny’s out with her friends, and I needed to tell you about Oliver. You can tell me about the job and how you’re getting on.”
“I’m really fine. Hey, I even went to St. Kilda the other day.”
“So I’ve heard.”
“Holy smokes, aren’t there any secrets between you and Oliver?”
“Tammy, I have no idea why he’s so interested in you—”
“I’m his latest challenge.”
Erik stared at her with eyes wide open. “Say what?”
Shrugging, she grabbed another piece of pizza. “His words. I like a challenge. ”
Her uncle shook his head. “Well, he now knows about Jason. I’m sure that crushed his challenge. Challenge, my ass.”
Tamara laughed and checked the DVD cover. “Baseball movie? Really?”
Chapter Three
As a pitcher, Oliver’s main training was to uphold the strength in his arms. He liked pushing weights on various machines. The side effect of that was it also taught him to focus. Now that his shoulder was a lot better, he was right back into the intense training. Keeping up with his throwing exercises was important as well.
What he didn’t like was base running training. It was an inevitable evil in his game, but today he couldn’t get into it at all.
He simply wasn’t able to concentrate. His coach’s words were a blur, his mind a mess. There were so many things on his mind, like saying no to the brunette the previous weekend. He’d never said no to any woman before. Not for a long time, anyway.