Chapter 12
Sawyer watched Violet as she approached him. He concluded he should win a damn award for managing to keep himself from tearing her clothes off in the dugout. The remainder of the afternoon hadn’t exactly helped. Violet was too tempting. She’d worn these leggings that accentuated her generous hips. He figured she’d worn them to be practical, along with her simple V-neck t-shirt, but when it came to Violet, everything was distracting.
She reached him and glanced up, her cheeks going rosy pink when she met his eyes. Her dark hair fell loosely around her shoulders. Somewhere along the way, she’d tugged the elastic holding it in place off after a blast of wind. His body ran on high idle whenever she was near. One look into her eyes, into that translucent blue he could lose himself
