Do you take this rebel - By Sherryl Woods Page 0,28
“She stares at me as if I’m speaking Swahili.”
“Karen!” Emma’s tone was sharp.
“Coming!” She winked at Cassie. “If I don’t get a hit, I’m dead meat.”
“Yes, I can see that. I think I’ll go find myself a nice shady spot and rest. All this fun you’re supposedly having sounds a little too stressful for me. I can’t be around Emma when she gets that manic, winner-take-all glint in her eyes.”
She cast a last, lingering look at Cole, but he was busy taunting Karen, trying to distract her just as the pitcher threw the ball. Cassie laughed when Karen slammed the ball in a little blooper that sailed right past him and dropped into center field. Karen reached first base, turned to Cole and stuck out her tongue.
“Way to go,” Cassie shouted, then wandered off in search of shade and a little peace and quiet to recover from the traumatic news she’d received the night before. She doubted she would actually sleep, but even a few minutes alone sounded good.
Unfortunately, it seemed as if she’d barely closed her eyes and taken a deep, relaxing breath, when noise erupted from the ball field and everyone began trailing back in search of drinks and food.
“Hey, Sleeping Beauty,” Cole said, dropping down beside her.
“I wasn’t asleep.”
“Oh, really?” he said, his expression amused. “How many innings of ball have we played since you took off?”
Cassie glanced toward Karen, but there was no help there. She was feeding plump strawberries to her husband. “I wasn’t paying attention,” she finally conceded.
“Five,” he said. “And you slept through every one of them. You missed my home run and Emma’s tantrum when Mimi Frances failed to touch third base and was declared out.”
If she had slept, it hadn’t done any good. She certainly didn’t feel rested. “Who won?”
“The women, of course,” Lauren said haughtily, sitting down beside Cole.
“Only because you used that body of yours shamelessly to distract us,” Caleb accused.
“You’re married. You’re not supposed to be looking at Lauren’s body,” Karen chided, but there was amusement dancing in her eyes.
“A man would have to be dead not to notice the way she was wiggling around,” he retorted.
Lauren feigned innocence. “I did nothing of the kind. I just took my turn at bat like everyone else.”
“I haven’t seen hips move that much since Marilyn Monroe strutted across a screen,” one of the other men said.
“Are you complaining?” Gina inquired. “Seemed to me like you were all but drooling.”
“I was not,” he protested.
Cole leaned down and whispered in Cassie’s ear, “I have no idea what all the fuss was about.”
She risked meeting his gaze and saw the twinkle in his eyes that was at odds with his pious expression. “Oh, really?”
“I only have eyes for one woman here,” he insisted.
“Oh? And who would that be?”
“You.”
A shiver washed over her, despite herself. “Cole, don’t.”
“I just want you to know where I’m coming from.” His expression sobered. “There’s unfinished business between us, Cassie. You know there is. I think it’s about time we dealt with it.”
“I can’t think about that now. I can’t think about you,” she said fiercely, scrambling to her feet.
“Where are you going?”
“For a walk.”
“I’ll come with you.”
“No,” she said, her scowl keeping him in place.
“I’ll still be here when you get back,” he reminded her mildly. “And nothing will have changed.”
Cassie didn’t care. She needed space now. She needed time to figure out why Cole could still get to her, even when she desperately wanted him not to matter at all.
“You do whatever you want to do,” she told him. “You always have.”
That said, she fled, but though Cole didn’t follow, he stayed right smack in the middle of her thoughts. That was okay, though, she finally concluded. Thinking about the man couldn’t get her into that much trouble.
Being with him could be disastrous.
Chapter Seven
“Mom, Grandma says there are going to be fireworks tomorrow night for the Fourth of July,” Jake said eagerly over breakfast two days later.
The class reunion had bumped smack into the town’s annual holiday festivities, so people had lingered after the weekend. Unfortunately, the one person Cassie wanted most to avoid lived right here in town. Cole wouldn’t be going anywhere, not anytime soon. And unless times had changed, he would be at the fireworks. His father, always a benefactor of the event, would no doubt be grand marshal of the parade. Avoiding the two of them would be next to impossible.
“Can we go, please?” Jake pleaded. “And there’s a parade, too. There will