Mel swallowed hard and forced herself to cover the distance to the dugout. Muscles stepped into the fading sunlight to meet her halfway. She gulped again. Had he always been so tall? She didn’t think so. Of course, last time they’d seen each other, they hadn’t done much standing.
Muscled arms crossed over the massive chest she remembered all too well. He frowned down at her. “Something you need to tell me?”
“What makes you think that?” If he didn’t have the brainpower to add two and two, she wasn’t going to enlighten him.
He stepped closer, his voice calm. “Cute kid with pigtails?”
Damn. Maybe he had come up with the right answer. Melinda opened her mouth, disgusted when a squeak came out.
Her daughter’s father arched an eyebrow. “Cat’s got your tongue, eh?”
Get it together, Mel, this isn’t brain surgery. She offered him her widest, flirtiest smile. Maybe the charms he’d fallen for once before would soften the blow of the bomb she was about to drop. “Welcome back to Texas, Daddy.”
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