Betting On The Rookie. Stephanie Doyle

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CHAPTER FIVE

      “THIS WAS LOVELY of you to invite us to dinner,” Sam said as they entered the restaurant. Minotaur Falls wasn’t a mecca for fine dining, but this was by far the best restaurant in town.

      “My pleasure,” Jocelyn returned. “You did me a favor today. Pete and I appreciate it. This is the least I could do to offer my thanks.”

      “Not going to lie,” Evan said. “I’m not a fan of the interview stuff, but anything to help the team.”

      Pete, Jocelyn’s husband, studied Evan with a skeptical gaze. As if it was hard to believe he was truly that honest. Although Sam was beginning to believe that’s simply who Evan was. What you saw was what you got.

      I want you.

      Yes, he was a man who felt very comfortable with the truth. Sam hadn’t been able to get those words out of her head since he’d said them.

      The two couples settled into a booth, Jocelyn and Pete across from her and Evan. Not that she was in any way part of a couple, of course. It was just the situation, that she and Evan were here with Jocelyn and Pete. Another couple. That the four of them were having dinner.

      Enjoying each other’s company. And laughing and having fun.

      Not that you couldn’t have fun on a business dinner, of course. However, Sam needed to remind herself she was here only in a business capacity. Yes, she might have taken special care with the dress she picked out. Yes, she might have changed three different times before settling on the black jersey with the plunging back, and, yes, maybe she had been more than a little thrilled when Evan had called earlier and offered to pick her up.

      This way she could have some wine and relax, as Evan didn’t drink during the baseball season. When she’d asked him why, he’d told her he didn’t like to have his senses compromised in any way.

      Sam thought it sounded reasonable, but there had been something in his voice when he said “senses” that made her think of sensuality and that made her think of things she shouldn’t be thinking about.

      Accepting his offer of a ride was in many ways a test for her self-control. Of course he could pick her up. Absolutely he could open the door for her. Yes, she could sit next to him in the cool confines of his truck without there being a hint of intimacy.

      Yeah, right. Then how come you can’t keep from looking at how close his thigh is to yours in the booth?

      “So, Evan, are you more nervous or excited for your debut start in The Show?” Pete asked as soon as the waiter had left with their drink orders.

      Evan opened his mouth and then abruptly closed it.

      Knowing instantly what he was afraid of, Pete held his hands up. “I’m not on the job right now—no notepad. This whole dinner is officially off the record. Tonight I’m just Jo’s husband.”

      Evan nodded, and Sam wanted to praise him for at least realizing he needed to be cautious any time when speaking to a reporter. He was learning.

      “Then the answer is nervous,” Evan said with a small chuckle. “Not about playing. I mean, that will happen. I’m nervous about my dad being there. Knowing he’s watching. I don’t want to let him down. He’s pretty excited about this whole thing.”

      “Fathers can be terrifying,” Pete agreed.

      “Tell me about it,” Sam said without really thinking. “I happened to have two. A baseball legend and a former Navy Seal. Maybe that’s where I get my ferocious side from.”

      Evan looked at her quizzically, and she realized he didn’t know her particular story. Jocelyn and Pete did because of their relationship with Scout, and it wasn’t as if there was anything to hide anymore with Duff having passed.

      “My mother and her current husband, Bob, knew each other many years ago,” Sam explained. “He left to go on a military mission and broke up with her before leaving. For her sake, of course.”

      Jocelyn snorted. “Men can be so frustrating that way.”

      “Anyway, my mom didn’t know at the time she was pregnant with me. Duff, when he met my mother, fell in love with her immediately. He stepped in and married her and accepted me as his own. It was only after Bob reconnected with my mom years later that I learned the truth.”

      “Wow. That must have been a sucker punch,” Evan said.

      “A little bit. I was eighteen and probably not as mature as I should have been about it,” Sam mused. “Duff had insisted on keeping it a secret from me, and that kind of created a rift between us. Fortunately we got over it before the end. And now I get Bob, who is pretty terrific, too, if just a little bit scary sometimes with the things he can do. Just ask Scout if anyone behind a locked door is safe when Bob is in the house.”

      The group chuckled, and the somber mood was lifted.

      “Speaking of one of your fathers,” Jocelyn said. “You know how hard I had to fight to get the statue of Duff Baker for my stadium.”

      “Yes, and I’m glad you won.” Sam turned to Evan. “Two other teams wanted to honor Duff with statues. But we felt like this was home, and if there was going to be a statue, it should be here.”

      “Without the Baker girls’ support I don’t know if I would have pulled it off, but it’s coming along really well. We’re planning the unveiling during the All-Star break in July. This way Scout and Lane will be able to fly back to the East Coast. It’s going to be a major event, and, best of all, the seats will be packed!”

      “My wife, ever the sentimentalist.” Pete laughed and got an elbow to the ribs for his efforts, even though it was clear to see Jocelyn took no offense.

      The food was delicious, and, after her second glass of wine, Sam thought how nice this was. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d spent an evening like this. Sure, they talked some baseball, but not really in the context of work. No, there was no getting away from the fact that this was just an enjoyable social night out. Last time she had a night like this...probably wasn’t since Donald.

      Only now, thinking about her time with Don, did she realize she usually felt sick to her stomach anytime she remembered him. But she didn’t feel sick tonight. There was none of the shame and humiliation. None of the hurt.

      It was like he was gone. Finally gone after all this time.

      One hard crack of his hand against her face with an intent to inflict pain. Maybe it shouldn’t have meant so much. Or had such an impact on her life. Yet it did.

      Sam would be thrilled if that night no longer held any power over her. That she was finally ready to let it go and move on.

      “Hey there, did we lose you?” Evan nudged her with his elbow.

      Sam blinked. “Sorry, woolgathering.”

      “I was just wondering if you were taking on any more clients,” Jocelyn asked.

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