Triple Score. Regina Kyle

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СКАЧАТЬ most lethal double play combo in the major leagues,” and he’d always been the level-headed one. “The good, the bad and the ugly,” a reporter had called them. Cooper was the “good,” Jace the “bad” and first baseman Reid Montgomery, with a jagged scar across one cheek that made him look a modern-day pirate, the “ugly.”

      “I know. I heard the damn doctors.”

      “I’m sure you heard them. But are you actually going to listen for a change?”

      “Who appointed you my goddamn keeper?”

      “It was either me or Reid.” Jace could hear the smile in his friend’s voice. “And he’s got some new chick he’s into, so...”

      Jace chuckled and reached down to grab the water bottle he’d stashed under the bench. “Say no more. Let me guess. Tall, blond and drop dead gorgeous, with an IQ only slightly higher than her waist measurement.”

      Cooper’s answering chuckle echoed over the phone. “Bingo.”

      Like the Duchess. Except for the IQ thing. Jace could tell from her quick barbs she had more going on upstairs than Reid’s usual companions.

      Beauty and brains. A dangerous combination.

      Jace took a gulp of water and swirled it around in his mouth before letting it trickle down his throat. “So what’s the deal? You still coming out here for the All Star break?”

      “Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Think they’ll let you out for a day or two?”

      “I don’t see why not.” Jace sipped the water again and closed his eyes, letting his head fall back. “As long as I’m a good boy.”

      “You?” Cooper scoffed. “Not likely.”

      “I can be good,” Jace insisted. “When I want to be.”

      “Which, unfortunately, isn’t often.”

      “Did you call to harass me or was there something you wanted?” Jace chugged the last of his water and wiped his mouth on his good arm.

      “To harass you.”

      “Mission accomplished.” Jace stood and stretched. “I better go. Rumor has it they get pissed around here if you’re not in bed by ten.”

      “Are you at rehab or summer camp?”

      “Both.” Jace bent to pick up the weight. “I’ll call you in a few days. Kick some ass for me in St. Louis.”

      “You bet.”

      Jace ended the call, returned the weight to its place on the rack and headed back to his room. Once inside, he flipped on the light switch and stared, open-mouthed.

      “What the hell?”

      The bed had been empty when he left to meet Sara. Now one of those inflatable love dolls lay sprawled on top, her cherry-tipped breasts pointed straight up at the ceiling and her ruby red mouth in a permanent O. A cardboard box sat between her open legs. On one side, the words For Your Enjoyment: Handle With Care were printed in bold, bright blue marker. No return address, but the postmark was from Chicago, where the Storm had finished up a recent road trip.

      Jace flicked open the utility knife on his key chain, sliced through the packing tape and began pulling out items one by one. A box of condoms. A tube of Astroglide. He kept digging. The damn thing was packed with enough sex toys to keep a rowdy bachelorette party whooping it up for hours.

      Cooper and Reid’s warped idea of a care package. They’d probably paid some gullible orderly a fortune to do their dirty work. Or maybe offered him box seats the next time the Storm were in Phoenix.

      “Very funny, assholes.”

      The corners of Jace’s lips curled into a smile in spite of himself. It was funny. Though God only knew what the staff would think when they came to clean in the morning.

      He started chucking stuff back in the box until all that was left was the doll. No way was she going to fit, not in her present state. And he sure as hell wasn’t leaving her like that. With a sigh, Jace opened the valve.

      Nothing.

      He picked up the doll and squeezed it. A long, slow whoosh of air escaped from the valve. He squeezed again. “Come on, baby. Give it to me.”

      A shrill, female squeak from behind him made Jace turn toward the door, the doll still in his arms.

      “Sorry.” Noelle leaned against the door jamb, almost as if her crutches weren’t enough to keep her vertical. Her porcelain cheeks tinted red. “Again.”

      “Back for some more covert operations?” Jace loosened his hold on the doll. “Has anyone ever told you your timing sucks?”

      “Maybe it’s not my timing.” Her eyes traveled from him to the doll and back again. “Maybe it’s your...libido.”

      “Very funny.” He smiled in spite of himself. She was smart, sassy and not in the least bit intimidated by his tattoos or his attitude or his fame, like so many women. “You know there was nothing going on between me and Sara.”

      “That doesn’t explain you and...” she wagged a finger at the doll “...her.”

      “A practical joke from a couple of friends.”

      “Some friends.”

      He threw the doll onto the floor and stepped on it, squashing one plastic boob. The air came out in a hiss, and he continued to flatten the doll with his feet.

      “You’re going to pop it.”

      He raised an eyebrow. “Do I look like I care?”

      “You never know. You might need her for...something.”

      “Like I said, I’ve never been that hard up for female companionship. And I don’t plan to start now.”

      “From the way things looked a minute ago, you could have fooled me.”

      He stopped his rhythmic stomping to stare at her. “Was there a reason for this late-night visit? Couldn’t sleep? Lonely? Miss me, maybe?”

      Her face flushed an ever deeper scarlet. “Sara said I should apologize for spying on you guys.”

      He rolled his eyes. “Not much of an apology if she’s making you do it.”

      “I’m here, aren’t I?” she huffed. “And no one’s holding a gun to my back.”

      “Well?” He folded his arms across his chest.

      “Well, what?”

      “I’m waiting.” She narrowed her eyes at him, and he tilted his head. “For your apology.”

      “You really are the most infuriating man.” Her lower lip jutted out into a pout that he shouldn’t have found so sexy.

      “I’ve СКАЧАТЬ