While they waited for the food, they nibbled on fresh baked French bread and butter.
“Do you practice on the weekend?” she asked.
“This is baseball. We practice and play games every day of the week,” he said.
“Good.”
“Bark Garland, our G.M., gave me clearance to bring you with me this weekend. That means you get to eat with the team. Breakfast tomorrow at seven thirty.”
“You start early.”
“Yep. Some days. Sundays, we don’t have to be there until nine.”
Matt had had a sandwich earlier, but he tucked into his steak with energy. He was always hungry, ravenous, when he was around her. He wondered if that appetite had to do with wanting more than food. She looked gorgeous and happy to see him. The cautious side of Matt fought with his lonely side. He tried not to read anything into her e
