The Pride Of Jared MacKade. Nora Roberts

save,” Jared said under his breath, and watched Bryan step to the plate again.

      The pitcher wound up, delivered. And Bryan gave a mighty swing that caught the ball on the meat of the bat. It flew above the leaping gloves of the infield, and rose beautifully over the outfield grass.

      “It’s gone!” Savannah shouted, leaping to her feet with the rest of the crowd. “That’s the way, Bry!” Her victory dance wiggled her hips in a way that distracted Jared from watching the running of the bases. She kept shouting, her hands cupped to carry the sound, while Bryan rounded the bases and stomped on home plate.

      For the hell of it, she grabbed her new friend in front of her and kissed him full on his mouth. “He got a piece of it, didn’t he?”

      The man, thirty years her senior, blushed like a schoolboy. “Yes, ma’am, he sure did.”

      “Not exactly the shy, retiring type, are you?” Jared said when she dropped back onto her seat.

      “Pay up.” She stuck out her hand, palm up.

      Jared took out a bill, held it out. “It was worth it.”

      “You ain’t seen nothing yet, Lawyer MacKade.”

      Jared thought about the promise of those agile, curvy hips and sincerely hoped not.