…His gaze followed her as she picked her way up the bleachers to watch the softball game. She waved to the other mothers who waited for her, smiling as she did so. God, how he wished that smile was directed his way. The woman was to-die-for. She wore a pair of light blue shorts that showed off her long, smooth legs—legs Gil desperately wished were wrapped around his waist. A yellow tank top gave him a hint of cleavage, enough to know she was wearing a bra. She wore a floppy straw hat to keep the sun off her face and dark sunglasses. As she sat, one of the woman said something. That drew Midge’s attention his way.

Gil damned the sunglasses. He couldn’t tell if she was watching Nick race to the dugout, or him. Judging from the smile that tugged at her lips, Gil had a feeling it wasn’t for him. Unless it was work related, her smile normally disappeared when she saw him.