Everyone else in the suite was there more for the networking and the free food and booze than the game. What did she write in that notebook? And exactly why did he want to know so badly? Her left hand would sneak around to twirl her ponytail around a finger while her right hand busily wrote… The third out would signal the swap of the players on the field, and Tiny Brunette’s attention would dip toward the damn notebook. Even between innings, when the rest of the stadium was refilling on beer and peanuts, she merely scribbled like crazy in a little notebook she kept in her lap. Tiny Brunette, as he’d started thinking of her, hadn’t lost interest in the game once.

It took Cole another half inning to realize what it was that had captivated him.įor the first time in his life, he was seeing a woman who was more absorbed with a baseball game than he was. The upturned nose was cute enough, but the rest of her features were hardly so arresting as to explain why he continued to stare at her. But she’d turned her head once in the third inning, giving Cole a quick glance at her profile. Plus, Cole preferred blondes, and this one’s messy ponytail was just a couple shades lighter than black.Īs for her face? Well, he hadn’t seen it yet. There was no noticeable definition of her waist through her Jeter jersey. She was utterly, completely unremarkable.Īnd that was the other reason why Cole’s fascination with the woman made no sense.Ĭole loved women almost as much as he loved sports, but this woman?Ĭole liked women curvy, but this one was slim to the point of being skinny. There was something about her that demanded a second look and at the same time, there was nothing about her. His eyes shifted once more to the narrow figure of the brunette as he took another sip of beer. Come tomorrow morning, Cole would be expected to know the details of every single at bat. Not only because the Yankees were his team-he’d been a die-hard fan since his Little League days-but because Cole was a sportswriter. Especially a game in which the Yankees were trying to establish early dominance over the Blue Jays in the American League East division.Ĭole’s eyes should have been glued to the field. Or between Cole and any sport, for that matter.Īnd at Yankee Stadium in particular, the game came first.

Which was just wrong on a couple of levels.įor starters, it was a rare woman who could come between Cole Sharpe and baseball. Cole had been watching the brunette for the better part of three innings.

Irresistibly yours by lauren layne