Stealing Home by Nicole Williams
“I hope he knows how lucky he is to have you.”
That was when he glanced inside the slider doors from where he was scrubbing the grill. That look hadn’t changed. The one that made me feel like there was only him and me and endless possibilities.
“He does,” I replied, letting my eyes linger on his for another moment. “And I know how lucky I am to have him.”
SIX HOURS LATER, we’d finally kicked out the last of the guests. A mess of empty beer bottles and soda cans were strewn around the house, dirty dishes stacked in the sink, the leftovers of a good time piled all around.
After checking on Lily, I wandered into the living room, expecting to find Luke passed out, probably still with his shoes on. Instead I found him at the kitchen sink, washing dishes.
I should have known.
“Did you enjoy the party?” I asked as I came up behind him, yawning.
“I did enjoy it.” He tipped his head back at me and gave me a kiss as he continued to scrub the plate he was working on.
“I have a feeling you’re going to enjoy even more what I have planned to end the party.” My hands come around his waist, one lowering just enough to discover he was already on the same wavelength.
The faucet turned off. “Yeah?” he said from deep in his chest, slowly turning around.
Looking up, I spun his ball cap around and stared at my husband. He was the best thing to ever happen to me. He’d shown me love and given me Lily. He was a professional baseball player, and I was an athletic trainer on the same team. We’d both been burned to the marrow in our own ways, yet risen above the ashes to find each other.
Luke Archer might have been the one who’d stolen home plate, but I’d stolen my own kind of home. Because sometimes you had to fight for the things you wanted. Sometimes you had to steal the life you wanted before fate realized you were coming. I’d stolen home too, and it was one for the record books.
“We had a one-in-a-million chance of making it, you know that, Luke Archer?” My hands curled around his neck as he pulled me tighter to him.
His dimple curved into his cheek before he threw me over his back and carried me down the hall toward our bedroom. “Never tell me the odds.”
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CRASH, CLASH, and CRUSH (HarperCollins)
UP IN FLAMES (Simon & Schuster UK)
LOST & FOUND, NEAR & FAR, HEART & SOUL
FINDERS KEEPERS, LOSERS WEEPERS
COLLARED
THE FABLE OF US
THREE BROTHERS
HARD KNOX, DAMAGED GOODS
CROSSING STARS
GREAT EXPLOITATIONS SAGA
THE EDEN TRILOGY
THE PATRICK CHRONICLES
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