Baseball and Other Lessons (Devil's Ranch Book 2) by Aubrey Gross Page A

now?”
    She grimaced. “She’s making Lacey stir shit as a science project.”
    “Do I even want to know what kind of shit?”
    “Human.”
    “That’s disgusting.”
    “I know, right!”
    “Why’s Matt glaring at me?”
    Jenn glanced over at Matt, who was looking down at his phone. “Um, he’s not.”
    Owen grinned before leaning back in and lowering his voice just slightly to say, “No, but he’s been watching you the entire time.”
    A tingle ran down Jenn’s back from her head to her toes, and she silently beat down the butterflies that suddenly erupted in her stomach. “You’re seeing things, Owen.”
    “No, I’m not. I don’t know what happened or what’s going on between the two of you, but that man can barely keep his eyes off of you.”
    Jenn snorted. “Now I know you’re full of it. He’s Matt freaking Roberts. He can have any woman he wants!”
    “I can’t believe I’m about to say this because you’re like a sister to me, but Jenn, I’m pretty sure he wants you.”
    “You might want to go get your eyes checked, dude. In the meantime, I’m going to go get another drink.”
    She spun away from Owen and the supposedly hot stares from Matt and marched up to the bar. She caught Shae, the bartender’s eye, and signaled to the younger woman that she would like another margarita. She briefly thought about switching drinks since she, Matt and margaritas didn’t seem to be the greatest of combinations. Oh hell, she was willing to risk it. Mostly because she wasn’t about to allow herself to be alone with Matt tonight.
    Or ever.
    Maybe.
    Disgusted with herself she closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. This was getting beyond ridiculous. If she wasn’t mad at him she was pretending to be mad at him just so she wouldn’t jump his bones again.
    And that pissed her off. The man had walked out on her without so much as a goodbye and yet she still wanted him.
    Maybe her family’s crazy had rubbed off on her.
    Shae set a margarita in front of Jenn, leaned across the bar and asked, “Is that Matt Roberts over at your table?”
    Jenn nodded and sipped the icy, fruity concoction. “Yup. The one and only.”
    “Jesus, he really is hotter in person than on TV, isn’t he?”
    Oh, you have no idea. “I guess, if you like assholes.”
    Shae glanced at Jenn, a confused expression on her face, but before she could say anything else Jenn brightly said, “Anyway. I better get back over there. Thanks for the refill!”
    She took her sweet time walking back to the table, steeling herself for being close to Matt again. She sidled up and between Jo and Owen, which put her across from Matt, and smiled before drawing another drink through her straw.
    His eyes narrowed and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. Jenn smiled even wider. Jo and Chase had eyes only for each other, and Owen had been drawn into conversation with some guy she didn’t recognize. Jenn licked margarita sugar off her lips before taking another sip. Across from her, Matt shifted in his seat.
    She dared to glance at him through her lashes. He was watching her like a hawk watches a rabbit, and warmth that had nothing to do with tequila sluiced through her body. Suddenly nervous, Jenn pushed her glass a couple of inches away, turned and walked back to the dance floor. Maroon 5’s “Sugar” gave way to Kelly Clarkson’s “Heartbeat Song” and Jenn closed her eyes and tried to make her mind go blank so she could lose herself in dancing and the music.
    She was moving with the song, unselfconsciously, singing along quietly with the words when suddenly there was a warm body behind her seconds before there was a pair of big hands on her hips. She didn’t bother to open her eyes—her stupid body recognized Matt——and continued to dance. He pulled her closer so that their bodies brushed against each other with every movement.
    Aware that their friends were just tables away, Jenn pulled away slightly, even though she wanted to move in