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at him. Damn if she wasn't as persistent as he was. Austin liked that.
    "No, I'm the lucky one." He smiled and kissed her. He felt her sigh and his heart pounded as though he'd just thrown a 50-yard touchdown pass.
    They found a table and ordered some wings and beer, and just as Jane was licking the last of the barbeque sauce from her fingers, Austin nodded toward the batting cages. She shrugged and followed him.
    The football star picked up a bat and gave it a few swings. "Prepare to be impressed." He winked at her.
    She smiled as he sent the very first pitch sailing over the wall. Home Run , the scoreboard jingled and danced.
    "Lucky shot."
    "Ha." Austin grinned and handed over the bat. "Your turn."
    Jane let the first pitch go by. She swung hard at the second one, sending it into the backdrop with an impressive thud. Standing Double , the scoreboard flashed.
    "Nice," Austin let out a low whistle. "Let's see that again."
    "No problem." She hit the next pitch foul, but the one after that was another double. The pitching machine spit out a streaking fastball. She swung hard and sent it sailing into the backdrop— Home Run .
    "Oh, Janie, you sure know how to get a guy excited."
    She laughed and tossed the bat to him.
    Austin couldn't be outdone by a girl. He waited for the pitch, swung hard, and missed.
    Jane nearly fell over laughing. "What's the matter? Can't handle a bat when you're excited?" Her eyes sparkled.
    "Woman, you are asking for trouble."
    "Oh, I found trouble the moment I met you."
    "That's true. Are you flirting with me?"
    She winced. "If you have to ask, I must not be doing it right."
    He put his hand on the small of her back, guiding her to the pitching cage. "Let's see what kind of an arm you've got."
    A mysterious smile twisted her lips, and as soon as she picked up the ball and got into her stance, Austin knew he was in trouble. She sent a fastball toward the middle of the strike zone and, at the last second, it curved down and away, just catching the corner. Strike one .
    "I remember you." A touch of awe colored his voice. "You're the girl who struck out half the guys' baseball team in practice last spring."
    "Yes." Jane blushed. "You were one of those guys, weren't you?"
    "Yes I was."
    His embarrassment disappeared. Admiration for her athletic skill made him proud to be with her. Natalie had never respected sports. She'd always thought he was just playing games. Janie understood why he played because she did too. He smiled and watched her throw strike after strike. Even in those heels, her form looked flawless, her motion pure poetry.
    "You're the star pitcher, and I'm the star quarterback." He wanted to drop to his knees and worship her amazing stance as she rocked back, preparing to throw another strike. "Hell, we're perfect for each other."
    Just a bit outside.
    Jane blinked and looked at him, her eyes wide.
    "What more could a guy ask for?"
    "How about a little humility?"
    "Nah." He shrugged. "Humility is overrated. When you're good, you're good."
    Gorgeous green eyes blinked at him over the top of her glasses.
    "And when you're bad...." His gaze swept her body. "You're even better."
    He took the ball from her hand and tossed it aside, sliding his hands into her hair as he pulled her close and kissed her. She resisted just a little bit, as a few people glanced in their direction, but still, her body melted into his.
    Why couldn't he stop kissing this girl? He knew he should. People started to stare, but he couldn't get enough. Her warm lips lingered on his mouth as if they belonged there, and her soft body fit like it was made for him.
    When someone yelled, "Get some, Austin," he pulled back and growled. If I find out who did that.... He looked at Jane and winced. "I'm sorry."
    "I'm not." She smiled at him and stroked his right arm, keeping him close to her. "Show me what you've got, quarterback."
    "Oh Janie." Football. She means football, idiot. "I'll show you anything you want."
    "I want to see how