“I’ll make time.”
I kiss him back. “I’m going to take a quick video of you pulling into yourdesignatedparking spot.”
He mock groans. “Anything for the socials.”
“Exactly.”
He shakes his head and kisses me again. “Anything for my wife.”
That warm, fluttery feeling in my tummy carries me home, into a hot shower, and all the way back to work again.
I’m still grinning like an idiot when I walk through the back entrance. The administrative wing is quiet this early, but there’s a distant hum of productivity as the grounds crew prepares the field for this afternoon’s game.
The first thing I do is check the video engagement from last night. People really liked the slice of life content, so I’m going to have to break that to Jeff at some point, because I want to do more. In fact, it would be good to follow him today so I can use that arrival video from this morning.
Before I can call Helen to find out if that’s feasible, the man himself appears in my office doorway.
My heart does that stupid flutter again.
“Oh,” I say, trying to sound professional even though we’re alone. “Hi.”
“Hi yourself.” He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, looking unfairly good in his team t-shirt and athletic pants. His eyes track over me slowly—my sundress, my sandals, back up to my face. “You dressed up.”
“This old thing?” But I’m blushing.
Behind him, a couple of coworkers walk by.
He clears his throat. “How’d that video perform last night?”
“I was just looking at that, actually.” I fight a smile but lose. “Really, really good. People love getting to see that personal side of you.”
His gaze heats up. “Up until very recently, there really wasn’t a personal side of me at all.”
I think his daughter would disagree with that, but whatever.
“I was going to ask Helen for some of your time today to do a part two. The day at work.”
Two more people drift by. More of a background audience.
He nods. “Sure thing. You missed a staff meeting and a coaches meeting, so you might need to come in early with me tomorrow to catch those.”
“Oh, really?” I give him an innocent smile. “I could do that.”
“Next up is batting practice.”
“I’ll just check my messages, then come find you.”
“Good. Can’t wait.” He glances over his shoulder, confirming we’re alone again, thencrosses to my desk in three strides and cups the back of my neck, tipping my face up for a kiss that’s brief but toe-curling all the same.
“Missed you,” he murmurs against my mouth.
“You saw me two hours ago.”
“And held you all night. But I still missed you.” He kisses me again, deeper this time, his tongue sliding against mine. I whimper, and he strokes the side of my neck with his thumb. “Gonna miss you all day.”
“I’m about to follow you to batting practice.”
“Not the same.” His eyes are dark, pupils dilated. “Can’t do this at batting practice.”
