shouldn’t pick sides.”
“Whatever Parker’s offering, I’ll double it,” Reilly teased. “Beer, pizza—you’ve got it.”
“She hasn’t actually gotten to the bribing stage yet. Besides, I imagine you’ve got lots of fans cheering you on.”
For just a second, Reilly’s smile faltered and then she caught her breath and forced the past back where it belonged. “I could always use someone in my corner.”
Liz’s eyes grew serious. “I know what you mean. So. Where should I stand?”
Reilly grasped Liz’s hand and tugged her toward an open spot on the Angels’ bench. “You should be able to see from here well enough. Be warned, if you get up someone’s likely to steal your spot.”
“I’m an attorney, Reilly. No one moves in on me.” She caught herself, then shook her head ruefully. “Well, at least not until recently.”
“Forget about that for tonight.” Reilly realized she was still holding Liz’s hand, but since Liz wasn’t pulling it away, Reilly swept her thumb slowly back and forth over the smooth skin. “It’s Friday night and we’re about to kick some lawyer ass.”
“There’s something slightly perverse in me cheering about that,” Liz said, “but I think that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
“Good decision, counselor,” Reilly said, feeling unaccountably light-hearted. “I have to warm up.” Reluctantly, she released Liz’s hand. Her palm felt warm from the heat of Liz’s touch and she closed her fingers to hold it in. “If you’re still here after the game, I’ll buy you that beer.”
“We’ll see,” Liz said. “But thanks.”
Reilly backed away. “You’re welcome.”
Liz watched Reilly run onto the field, noting that her initial assessment of Reilly’s body had been wrong. As in understatement. Reilly was more than tight and well conditioned. Her shoulders were broad and strong, her ass firm and just round enough to hold onto. Her thighs were more muscular then Liz had gleaned, even considering the way her jeans had stretched over them. Reilly was the epitome of hot, in the way of some women who were just a little rough around the edges.
“Walking on the wild side, baby?” Candace murmured from so close by Liz jumped.
“How long have you been standing there?”
“Just long enough to see her practically eye-fucking you.”
Liz caught her breath, surprised at the undercurrent of animosity in Candace’s voice. She’d always sensed lingering attraction from Candace, but Candace had never made a move while Liz had been with Julia. And she’d never been so overtly jealous before. “Jesus, Cand. What’s the matter with you? We were only talking.”
“You’ve been out of circulation a long time,” Candace said flatly, her eyes tracking Reilly as she fielded the ball at shortstop and side-armed it hard and fast to first base. “You’re not used to picking up on the signals. And she was sending them loud and clear. As in she wants to get into your pants.”
“I think you’re wrong,” Liz said, watching Reilly now, too. “We’ve had a few pleasant conversations. She’s refreshingly direct. And honest.”
Candace cut her a look. “What does that have to do with her wanting a piece of your ass?”
“Okay.” Liz blew out a breath, frustrated by Candace’s obstinacy. “What is it that’s really bugging you? Because I can’t believe it’s the fact that someone might possibly find me attractive, which I’m not saying I believe is true.”
“I’ll tell you what’s wrong. Julia used you, and you didn’t even know what was happening,” Candace said emphatically. “Now you’re going to have a baby and the last thing you need is someone who’s going to play with your affections.”
Liz laughed, then held up her hand when she saw Candace’s eyes spark with anger. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, really. I know you’re just worried about me. I know you care about me. But Candace, come on! I’m thirty-five years old and
“Whatever Parker’s offering, I’ll double it,” Reilly teased. “Beer, pizza—you’ve got it.”
“She hasn’t actually gotten to the bribing stage yet. Besides, I imagine you’ve got lots of fans cheering you on.”
For just a second, Reilly’s smile faltered and then she caught her breath and forced the past back where it belonged. “I could always use someone in my corner.”
Liz’s eyes grew serious. “I know what you mean. So. Where should I stand?”
Reilly grasped Liz’s hand and tugged her toward an open spot on the Angels’ bench. “You should be able to see from here well enough. Be warned, if you get up someone’s likely to steal your spot.”
“I’m an attorney, Reilly. No one moves in on me.” She caught herself, then shook her head ruefully. “Well, at least not until recently.”
“Forget about that for tonight.” Reilly realized she was still holding Liz’s hand, but since Liz wasn’t pulling it away, Reilly swept her thumb slowly back and forth over the smooth skin. “It’s Friday night and we’re about to kick some lawyer ass.”
“There’s something slightly perverse in me cheering about that,” Liz said, “but I think that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
“Good decision, counselor,” Reilly said, feeling unaccountably light-hearted. “I have to warm up.” Reluctantly, she released Liz’s hand. Her palm felt warm from the heat of Liz’s touch and she closed her fingers to hold it in. “If you’re still here after the game, I’ll buy you that beer.”
“We’ll see,” Liz said. “But thanks.”
Reilly backed away. “You’re welcome.”
Liz watched Reilly run onto the field, noting that her initial assessment of Reilly’s body had been wrong. As in understatement. Reilly was more than tight and well conditioned. Her shoulders were broad and strong, her ass firm and just round enough to hold onto. Her thighs were more muscular then Liz had gleaned, even considering the way her jeans had stretched over them. Reilly was the epitome of hot, in the way of some women who were just a little rough around the edges.
“Walking on the wild side, baby?” Candace murmured from so close by Liz jumped.
“How long have you been standing there?”
“Just long enough to see her practically eye-fucking you.”
Liz caught her breath, surprised at the undercurrent of animosity in Candace’s voice. She’d always sensed lingering attraction from Candace, but Candace had never made a move while Liz had been with Julia. And she’d never been so overtly jealous before. “Jesus, Cand. What’s the matter with you? We were only talking.”
“You’ve been out of circulation a long time,” Candace said flatly, her eyes tracking Reilly as she fielded the ball at shortstop and side-armed it hard and fast to first base. “You’re not used to picking up on the signals. And she was sending them loud and clear. As in she wants to get into your pants.”
“I think you’re wrong,” Liz said, watching Reilly now, too. “We’ve had a few pleasant conversations. She’s refreshingly direct. And honest.”
Candace cut her a look. “What does that have to do with her wanting a piece of your ass?”
“Okay.” Liz blew out a breath, frustrated by Candace’s obstinacy. “What is it that’s really bugging you? Because I can’t believe it’s the fact that someone might possibly find me attractive, which I’m not saying I believe is true.”
“I’ll tell you what’s wrong. Julia used you, and you didn’t even know what was happening,” Candace said emphatically. “Now you’re going to have a baby and the last thing you need is someone who’s going to play with your affections.”
Liz laughed, then held up her hand when she saw Candace’s eyes spark with anger. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, really. I know you’re just worried about me. I know you care about me. But Candace, come on! I’m thirty-five years old and
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