Page 33 of Undeniably Perfect

“To be reminded of why I love baseball.”

She cocks her head to one side. “Of course, you love it. I can see it in your eyes every time you showed me how to do something. It’s a part of you, of your soul. Kent?”

“Yes?”

“Thanks for teaching me. It was really fun. And…you’re a good teacher.”

My smile widens. “Thank you.”

She nods before heading up to the guest suite.

Chapter Fifteen

Tabitha

My face feels like I hit a brick wall. I groan and roll over in the super comfy bed, like for real, this mattress must be made from clouds or something.

I roll out of bed and see that it’s nine in the morning. I head downstairs and follow the smell of coffee.

The kitchen, which is the size of a small palace, is empty of Kent but a machine on the side makes noise, and I see it’s a fancy coffee and cappuccino maker with a timer. It sits next to a single cup coffee maker. What doesn’t this guy have?

I’m about to start looking through the expansive number of cabinets for a mug when Kent appears and holy fucking shit.

He’s in gym shorts that ride low on his hips and running shoes, and that’s it. He’s dripping with sweat and his skin glistens in the light of the room. He looks like a mother fucking live version of the David statue.

“Take a photo, it’ll last longer,” he says with a smirk and wink as he walks around me and opens a cabinet, pulling out two mugs and setting them on the counter.

“I take it you used your gym already?” I state.

“I take it, that’s rhetorical. And yes, just a quick run. You’re more than welcome to use it if you like.” I grin because I heard the Moores say “that’s rhetorical” a half dozen times yesterday.

I raise an eyebrow. “Do I look like the gym type to you?”

He looks up and down my body, and I suddenly feel self-conscious that I’m in a short pair of pajama bottoms and a thin tank top that probably reveals way too much. I cross my arms but not before I see his pupils dilate slightly.

“You are naturally toned, but I bet you could build up your muscles if you worked out.”

I shrug. “I run when I need to clear my head, but that’s it. Oh, and I sometimes go rock climbing and do yoga.”

“Rock climbing?”

I nod. “There’s a group I go with over at Great Falls.”

He nods and I can tell he’s impressed by the look on his face. “That’s pretty cool.”

“I can text you the deets. Maybe you can come some time.”

“Sure. After season ends, and only if you promise I won’t die.”

I laugh at his horrified expression.

“Noted. No dying.”

“So, do you want to stay here or go to the apartment?”

“When will you be back?”

“I’ll come back tonight. I don’t have another game until Tuesday, but this week is crucial for us. So, I’ll stay downtown until Friday and then if we win, shit gets crazy for a few weeks during playoffs and the World Series, I mean, if we get that far.”

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