a waste of my breath. I’ll get back to you as soon as I know something. I’ve got a client to meet with in thirty minutes. A client who I hope isn’t also trying to give me a heart attack.”
“Have fun.”
She glanced at the clock. She had to make it to Sammy’s game. Not only to see him play, but to make sure Luke wasn’t planning to lowball the offer instead of giving his true highest and best. Otherwise, this was just silly, not to mention scary that others could bid as well.
Chapter Eleven
Luke watched the gate, though he tried not to. More than anything, he wanted Molly to come. One moment he was positive she would come, and the next, he wasn’t so sure. The game was starting in the next ten minutes—it wasn’t looking good.
He glanced over, feeling a little silly he’d saved her a spot. A magazine sat where he hoped she would be soon. He then looked the other way and saw his ex, Leslie, lost in a conversation with another mom. At least she was here. He was glad she hadn’t dragged along her latest boy toy. He hated the number of different men Sammy was meeting. Sometimes he wanted to grab his ex by the shoulders and shake some sense into her. Would it really do any good though?
He stole a glance back at the gate and felt his breath catch in his throat. She was here. Molly had come. She placed her hand over her eyes, looking for him. He stood and waved. She lowered her hand and made her way toward him.
She strolled up, looking sexy as ever in a pair of khaki shorts and a black tank top. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. Had he ever seen her not in her scrubs or pajamas? She was beautiful.
“I’m glad you came.” He picked up the magazine.
She took her seat. “I love baseball. I’ve never seen a game at this age group. I think it’ll be fun.”
He wanted to reach out and take her hand, but he knew with Sammy nearby, it wouldn’t be appropriate. “You’re in for an entertaining time.”
“Oh, Sammy looks so cute in his uniform.”
“Excuse me.” Leslie pushed her way up a section of the bleachers. She stopped in front of Luke and Molly. “I’m Leslie, Sammy’s mom. Who are you?”
Luke took a deep breath. He hadn’t stopped to think about Leslie being here and how she would react. Frankly, he hadn’t thought she’d care. “This is Molly. She is a nurse at the twenty-four-hour pediatrician. I invited her to the game. Sammy was quite smitten with her.”
“Is that so? Is Sammy smitten with her or are you smitten with her?” Her tone was laced with sarcasm.
“I don’t think this is the appropriate place to have a discussion. And the game’s about to start.” Luke pointed toward the field.
Leslie glanced around and then put on a fake smile. “I’ll chat with you guys later.” She made her way back to where she was sitting below.
Luke watched as she leaned in and whispered to the other mother. It shouldn’t bother him, but it did. He wanted to know what the hell she was saying about him or Molly. He turned to Molly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think she’d care.”
“It’s OK; she’s his mom. You know she’s got every right to check me out.”
He nodded, glad she understood.
“Blended families are common now. Sometimes for a sick kid, I have mom and her boyfriend or girlfriend, along with dad and his girlfriend or boyfriend, all in the small patient room. My head spins trying to listen and answer them all.”
Luke laughed. “I can only imagine.”
“So don’t worry, I think as long as I’m polite and respectful to the boundaries in place, everything will be fine.” Molly scooted closer. “I’d hope I’m a better catch than the boyfriend I’ve heard about.”
Oh, she was. If he could catch Molly and reel her in, he’d be satisfied for life.
* * *
The game was over in less than an hour. It had been as adorable as Molly imagined. She stood back on the sidelines as Luke and his ex-wife greeted Sammy. In spite of herself, she looked the other woman up and down. Leslie was dolled up with her best jewelry on, hair curled, and clothes pressed to perfection. It seemed kind of silly to Molly. The game was outside and the temperature was in the high eighties. She was thankful her hair