::Welcome to my world,:: Matt joked. ::Now you know what I’ve been feeling like all week long.::
Vic missed the first ball, and winced when the umpire hollered, “Strike!”
::I could do the same to you,:: he warned his lover as he tried to focus on the next pitch.
Matt’s hands did sordid things below Vic’s belt. ::Try it.::
::You’re trying to get me to strike out.::
He hit the next ball, but it flew straight up and he didn’t bother to run. Up, up—the catcher leaned back to watch it and fell onto his butt in the dirt. When the ball came down, it bounced off the fence behind home plate and skittered away into the stands, where a dozen children fought to claim it. Vic scowled at Roxie on the pitcher’s mound, as if that foul had been her fault.
While they waited for another ball to be thro
