Lip Lock: Country Fever, Book 2 Read Online Free PDF Page B

bachelor.
    He raked his fingers through his hair. Damn, he was bordering on obsessed. First the daily jaunts to Brenniman’s Grocery, then the driving. Now he was considering showing up at her son’s baseball game. This woman couldn’t possibly be worth getting arrested for stalking, could she?
    Then he recalled the deep flutter in his core when his gaze locked with Hayley’s. It just wasn’t normal to experience such a thing.
    “Now’s the time, Foxfire. The season started last week. Our boys are already one and O. They’re playing against Darbeyville this afternoon.”
    His heart flipped and sped out of control. “Where’s that game?” He tried to control his voice, to keep the utter excitement crawling through his limbs out of his tone.
    Elaine grinned up at him from her diminutive height and patted her coifed hair. “It’s a home game. If you come, you’d better buy me a hot dog.”
    He chuckled. Though she was ten years his senior, she’d always tried her best to get him to flirt, being a widow at a young age and never remarried. “I’ll do that.”
    They said their goodbyes, and Brant forced himself to stroll on down the sidewalk away from Anecdote and not take off in a sprint for his car, which was parked at the other end of town. He’d parked there with the idea that he might find Hayley, ask her for coffee at the shop outside of Reedy, and have a long walk to get to his vehicle, giving them more time to get to know each other.
    When had he ever premeditated his moves? He was a go-with-the-flow kind of man. No clean socks? Go buy another pack. Dinner dates of the past had involved little planning on his part. He’d pick the lady up and take her to the best steakhouse outside of town, where no reservations were necessary.
    But with Hayley… Oh, yes, things were different.
    Pressing the unlock button on his key remote as he approached his Mustang, he tried to imagine so much about her life. He knew little. After looking at her son’s appointment written in the schedule book three times, he’d eventually looked Hayley up in the phone book. Unfortunately, she had an unlisted number.
    Which led to a whole new set of questions.
    Focus .
    He climbed into the slick, leather driver’s seat and rested his head against the back for a moment. He burned to race to the ball field even if the game was hours from now. But hanging out there for the day probably had the word “creepy” written all over it. He’d end up a headline in the Reedy News . Better to show up after the game started.
    He pictured his arrival half a dozen different ways, including climbing the bleachers and “accidentally” sitting beside Hayley. Lurid images flitted through his head of sliding off her high heel and tonguing a path over the chain on her ankle to the back of one curvaceous knee, to her plump little thighs, and higher, until he reached the heat he knew pulsed between her legs.
    With a groan, he started the car and set it into motion. Driving along the familiar main street of a town he’d lived in since the year he graduated from dental school and set up practice, he saw it in a different light. Even days ago, he’d driven this strip and thought about seeing her again. Now he ached to find out her story.
    Where had Hayley been? Did she visit the library and curl up with a new thriller every week? Or had she ever been to open mic night at the coffee bar? Brant had never seen her there.
    One thing was certain, though. She wasn’t a regular at the Nail House. Manicures and her profession didn’t mix.
    Passing each building brought about new sparks of his imagination. Hell, he owned some of the buildings. As a single professional with a large amount of extra money, he often invested in real estate in Reedy and the surrounding area.
    Besides the building the Italian restaurant leased and a smattering of single-family homes he rented out, he also owned two small, four-unit apartment complexes.
    He lived in a modest log home