Lucy wasn’t entirely certain why she’d felt the need to follow Carter. She’d been taking a walk on the trail and was about to return to the bed-and-breakfast when she’d caught sight of him.
She inhaled a sharp breath as she watched him pitch. The ball flew so fast that it was a mere blur until it struck the metal fence and thumped onto the ground.
It was dark enough that Lucy could stand in the shadows and watch him without him knowing she was there. But watching him like this and knowing some vague details about his injury and subsequent benching, she felt like she was intruding on something unbearably private.
Yet she couldn’t force herself to walk away, either.
He pitched a second time. Lucy caught her breath, in awe at his speed. No wonder he was so arrogant and self-assured: no no
