Sacred Waters

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caught her attention. “They used to date. Don’t worry. They broke up for a reason. She may look nice from afar, but she’s far from nice.”
    “How sweet.”
    Kelly laughed but it was a sound lacking merriment. “You say that like you think you should care, but I don’t think you really do.”
     Sam turned a hard eye on Kelly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    “It means you know, and so do the rest of us, that you and Bray aren’t anything serious.”
    “What makes you say that?” The game started. They slid down the bench in batting order.
    “I don’t know. Maybe the fact you came home with my brother, but won’t share his bed. Or maybe it’s because I’ve yet to see the two of you display anything more than lukewarm affection toward each other. But I’m guessing it has more to do with the fact that Bray’s a fool who’d pick a girl like you because you fit some concocted bill in his mind rather than actually making any kind of fundamental connection.”
    “Should I be insulted by what you just said?”
    “Absolutely not. I like you, Sam. I like you a lot.” That wicked gleam returned to his eyes. “But don’t go getting too excited. I’m just lookin out. I’m not trying to gain a pass at your fanny.”
    He leaned back on his elbow to watch the game “No matter how sweet I bet it is.”
    Colin was up to bat. Sam watched as he scuffed his foot over home plate. His T-shirt clung to his tapered waist as he swung the bat back and forth in preparation for his turn. Luke was pitching. His hat was now twisted backwards.
    Colin stepped up to the plate and pointed his bat toward the outfield reminiscent of the renowned Babe Ruth.
    “Is he good?” she wondered aloud.
    Hearing her curiosity, Kelly replied, “Who? Luke or Colin? Luke excels at all sports, but Colin,” he laughed, “I have yet to see something Colin isn’t good at. Watch…”
    The crack of the bat had the rest of her team rushing to their feet. Colin rounded first as Sheilagh slid home. By the time he was passing second, Ant earned their team another homerun. It didn’t take long for Colin to get there himself.
    He was glorious. The way his limbs carried him around the diamond and back to home plate was something to behold. He smiled and laughed at his brother Luke who obviously expected no less from him.
    Sam swallowed a hard lump in her throat as the involuntary yearning to run to him overwhelmed her. He was a priest! Or at least he was going to be by the end of summer. She needed to get ahold of herself and knock off the impure thoughts she was having about the man.
    “You’re up, love.”
    Sam turned to Kelly. She quickly stood and climbed out of the dugout. As she was stepping onto the sanded part of the field Colin was stepping off.
    A sheen of sweat clung to his skin, but it did nothing to detract from his appearance. Under the thin worn cotton of his shirt she could see his tight abdomen pulling with each breath from his exertion. For a priest he was in incredible shape.
    “Pardon me.”
    Sam jumped out of his way as if he had the plague. God, she was a moron. And the way he apologized for stepping in her way only reminded her of seeing him naked all over again.
    Pardon me. I forgot to lock the door.
    Maybe a ball would hit her in the head and she’d forget all about what she saw.
    She plucked a bat out of a pile lined up against the fence. Unsure if there was a process to selecting a bat, she thought this one seemed fine. Stepping up to the plate she swung the bat a few times before looking at Luke.
    “Helmet,” he yelled.
    “What?”
    “You need a helmet.”
    “Oh.” Sam turned and saw the helmet right where Colin tossed it. She scooped it up and settled it on her head. It was warm from the sun and held a heady masculine scent.
    “Eeeeeasy out!”
    What the hell?
    Sam looked toward right field and spotted Jen laughing and looking toward Braydon. He was frowning. Apparently her attempt at being funny didn’t

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