Page 96 of The Strike Zone

“The interview, Davison. The interview. Am I looking at the new social media manager for the Lions, or what?”

“Oh, well I don’t know yet. They still have more people to see, but we find out in the next week.”

He smacked his lips to mine once, twice, then a third time. “You’ll get it.”

Wrapping my arms around his waist, I took a deep breath, soaking in that distinctive Parker scent I’d become so familiar with; earthy, leathery, and rich, with a hint of sweetness breaking through, exactly like him.

“So, what’s this surprise?”

Parker swept his hands through the air. “This.”

I glanced around. Mops, bottles of Clorox, shelves of laundry detergent and fabric conditioner, floor cleaner…you name it, if you needed a domestic product, it would be in here.

“The supply closet?”

“Yup.” He grinned. “It’s our new at-work meeting spot.”

“Our new meeting spot?” I replied, biting down my smile, because honestly…this guy.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “Secret meeting spot.”

Pushing my fingers through the silky curls at the base of his neck, I took his mouth with mine, kissing him with the full barrage of emotion coursing through me—lust pushing its way forward. It was debatable what was going to get me higher—the fumes from the cleaning products or Parker’s mouth.

“You found this while I was having my interview?”

“I did. We’ll stay a secret until we sign the form, but I’m still going to need a kiss to get me through the day, so this will have to do.”

“It’s only for a week or so,” I muttered against his lips, while wondering if we could lock it from the inside and how long we could actually be in here before the fumes became dangerous.

“I know.” One big hand cupped the back of my head, while the other slid down to my ass. “But I think I could get used to this. Making out in a supply closet is way hotter than I thought it would be.”

“That’s the fumes talking.” I chuckled. “But seriously, thank you.”

“Anything for you, Davison. Just name it.”

His tongue slipped back into my mouth with a soft moan, right as the list of what I had to do this week flashed into my head. “Actually, there is one more thing…”

TWENTY-FOUR

PARKER

Why did I agree to this again?

Oh yeah, I was high off cleaning products and totally distracted by kissing Scout—something I was getting used to. Both the high and the kissing.

On the plus side, I’d successfully convinced Tanner to wear the Lions mascot costume instead of me. There’s no way I was running around the bases wearing an extra fifty pounds. If I’d wanted to do that, I’d have joined the Army.

As I told Doctor Matthews on a weekly basis, Ihatedsprinting.

“It’s so itchy,” he griped, pulling down on the material around his groin area as he waddled along. “If I get a rash from this thing, you’re gonna owe me. I can’t be dating Millie with a rash.”

And that’s how I convinced Tanner to swap places with me, because I agreed to help him with Millie. According to him, now I’d finally moved things along with Scout, it was “his turn.”

I held in my grin and handed over the giant Lions head I’d been holding for him. “You’re not dating her yet. Any rash will have gone by then.”

“It best be.” He nodded to the head. “And you can carry that until the last minute. Don’t know why you’re not wearing this too.”

“Told you, Scout wanted the mascot running, along with a couple of the guys. Plus the dog.”

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