Ginger glanced from Violet to Sawyer. With a gleam, she replied, “Great! Violet’s made it to home base twice. She’s officially a baseball player now.” Ginger paused, her eyes scanning Sawyer. “When will you be ready to play? You’re hardly limping.”
Sawyer’s eyes crinkled at the corners with his grin when he glanced back to Ginger. The respite from the heat of his gaze offered Violet a moment to gather herself. The second he spoke, a shiver raced through her at his gruff voice.
“You’ve got plenty of good players. What’s the rush?” he countered.
Ginger put a hand on her hip and narrowed her eyes. “We’re playing one of the teams from Kenai in two weeks, and they’re really good. We need all the help we can get.”
Sawyer shrugged. “Wish I could promise you I’d be playing, but my doctor would
