She couldn’t believe she’d agreed to come to a baseball game. But Matt had shown up in her dreams again, in vivid, luscious, erotic ways, and she just had to watch him play, see him move. The prospect was titillating.She spied Jackie in a seat a couple of rows up behind first base and scooted into the open seat next to her.“Sorry I’m late. There was an accident on the bridge.”Jackie smiled. “Hey, there are four innings left.”Alana tucked her bag under her seat. She’d brought a heavy fleece and a cap, knowing better than to trust San Francisco weather in June. No one ever knew when the fog and wind would roll in, sending temperatures down to a bone-chilling fifty degrees.“I haven’t seen Scotty pitch since last year.”“I was surprised when you called,” Jackie said. “Hadn’t thought baseball had captured your fancy.”“I couldn’t resist seeing all of you. And it’s been forever since I’ve seen Alex or Chloe.”Jackie raised a brow. “Your guy Matt’s on first base.
