Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
I strike him out too.
Easily.
CHAPTER FOUR
Graham
My pulse is racing as I watch my girl celebrating with the other cops. She looks so happy. That beautiful smile is grabbing ahold of my heart and squeezing it as I stare at her in awe.
I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s spectacular.
We never scored another point after she arrived and took over the game. We lost 12-9, but I don’t care. Really, I don’t.
I’d lose a thousand games if it meant I could see that radiant smile shining on her face. She looks so happy as the team congratulates her. I can’t look away. I’m mesmerized by her beauty.
She struck me out two more times and it didn’t bother me one bit. I was just happy to have those gorgeous green eyes on me. They made my whole body come alive.
I’ve always been attracted to strong muscular girls, but nobody has ever caught my interest like Cara has. As soon as she walked onto the baseball diamond, I was fixated on her. I knew it was over.
I knew I’d never want another girl but her for the rest of my life.
“There goes my hundred bucks,” Doug says, kicking the dirt. “I should have known those cocksucking cops would have scammed me.”
“They didn’t scam you,” I say with a harshness to my tone. I know he didn’t mean it seriously, but calling Cara a cocksucker is getting my blood boiling. I don’t want anyone talking about my girl like that.
“They brought a ringer in,” he says with a scoff. “What do you call that?”
A miracle…
That’s what she is.
The cops stop their celebrating to come out of the dugout and shake hands.
“Come on, guys,” I say, clapping my hands as I keep my eyes on my girl. She lingers back and then lines up in the rear. “Let’s go shake hands.”
I stay in the back as my team heads out to shake hands and end the game on a nice note. The crowd of townspeople clap as we start saying ‘good game’ to each other.
Ryland has a satisfied smirk on his face when I shake his hand. Normally, I’d want to slap that grin right off, but I’m feeling such euphoria at being so close to my soulmate that I don’t care. More than anything, I’m thankful that he brought her into my life, even if it did mean we lost.
My heart pounds as I shake James’ tattooed hand. She’s next.
We meet face to face and my heart twists into a tight knot.
“Good game,” she says with those beautiful green eyes looking up at me.
I slide my hand onto hers and shiver when I feel her soft skin. I don’t want to pull away too fast, so I hold on.
“Great game,” I say with a smile. “You’re amazing.”
“Thank you,” she says, smiling shyly. Those adorable cheeks turn pink and I have to fight back the intense urge to kiss her right here and now.
I just want to take off her baseball cap, pull out her ponytail, and let that soft brown hair tumble down onto her strong shoulders.
Finally, I’m forced to let go of her hand before it gets weird, but I don’t move. The rest of the players have walked back to the bench and are either joking around, grabbing beers out of the cooler, or gathering their stuff. We’re both still standing by the pitcher’s mound, totally focused on one another.
“Where did you get an arm like that?” I ask as I put my hands on my hips, gazing down at her.
“I played in college,” she says with a grin. “I used to be pretty good.”
“I bet that’s the understatement of the year,” I say with a laugh. “You’re new on the force?”
She nods as she looks up at me. “I started three weeks ago.”
I don’t know how to feel about that. On one hand, I would never deny someone their calling. I know how strong the pull to serve your community can be. I’ve had it my whole life. But on the other hand, I don’t want this angel in any danger. I don’t want her to be around anyone who could harm her or lay a finger on this perfect body. Just thinking about her driving around in a uniform is making me all edgy inside.
“And before that?”
“I was working in Chicago,” she says. “It was pretty rough. I got shot and decided a change would be good for me.”
“Shot?” I say, my stomach dropping. “Someone shot you?”
I’ll hunt them down. I’ll make them regret ever being born. I’ll tear through the Earth itself to find them and make them pay for hurting this angel.
“In the leg,” she says, gesturing to her muscular left thigh. “It went in and out, but it shook me.”
I grit my teeth as I look at her black leggings. That fucker damaged that gorgeous leg. I want to rip him apart.