Caught (Men of the Show Book 3) by Rhonda Shaw Read Free Book Online Page A

decisions, then that’s all that matters. Are you happy with your decision?”
    “Yes.”   Her reply seemed rushed and forced, as if she was trying to convince not only him, but herself as well.
    He didn’t point it out, however. “Then that’s all there is to it.”
      “I know it sounds stupid. You think I’m stupid that I’m letting this bother me.”
    “I don’t think you’re stupid. You should do what you want. If that’s being a lawyer, then go for it. If not, then find what you really want.”
    “Yeah,” Shannon agreed as she stared off over his shoulder, but there was no mistaking the doubt in her voice. “I know. I only wish…never mind,” she said as she shook her head.
    “What?   You wish what?”
    She gave him an embarrassed smile before looking down at their feet. “I just wish there was a way to know for sure, you know?   Before it’s too late…”
    “I think everyone wishes that. A quick peek into the future,” Matt said with a grin as she glanced up at him. “Definitely would make life easier.”
    Shannon studied him. “Do you ever wonder?”
    “Me?”   Matt shook his head. “No, but that’s because baseball is all I ever wanted. There was no question for me. Without baseball, there’s nothing.”
    “Nothing?” she asked with a raised brow.
    “Nothing,” he repeated. “It’s who I am. I can’t even imagine not playing the game. I don’t want to, so don’t make me,” he joked.
    Shannon laughed. “Okay, I won’t make you.”
    They smiled at each other and heat passed between them, making him slightly dizzy. It was killing him not having her completely against him. Unable to resist anymore, he tightened his grip on her waist and pulled her closer. She felt wonderful in his arms. He loved being able to gaze directly into her eyes as they danced and that her lips were at the perfect height for his should he want to take them, and he realized that he did, very badly.  
    He cleared his throat. “Can I tell you something?”
    “Sure,” she said with a questioning look.
    “Remember when we met the first time?   After that game?”
    “Yes,” Shannon answered, sounding a little breathless.
    “I really wanted to ask you out,” he admitted.
    Her face flushed and filled with surprise. “You did?”
    “Oh, yeah. Big time.”
    “Why didn’t you?”
    Matt turned the question back on her. “What would you have said?”
    The corners of her mouth tipped up as she eyed him, probably wondering if she should be completely honest or not. She finally said, “Yes. I remember hoping you would.”
    Matt tugged her closer still and, with the front of her flush against him, Shannon moved her arms around his neck, but her gaze stayed on his. The blacks of her pupils expanded as her lips parted slightly. “That would have been fun,” he said, his voice sounding rough and gravelly to his ears.
    “It would have,” she agreed in almost a whisper.
    “Too bad we can’t do anything about it now,” he said, keeping his focus on her to judge her reaction. “I mean, given everything…”
    Shannon gave a slow nod as she swallowed, her attention fixated on his mouth. Her eyes flitted up to his before she closed the remaining gap separating them. Matt leaned the side of his head against hers as they moved in slow, tight circles. His hands traveled slowly up and down her back before lightly tracing a line across her narrow shoulders, and her arms tensed around his neck as her breasts rubbed against his chest. The clothes between them dulled the sensation, driving him mad, and he wanted nothing more than to remove all the layers separating them.
    The song ended and the band started a club beat, but they still didn’t separate. As everyone danced around them, Matt stopped and turned so his lips brushed against her ear, and a shiver passed through her. “Do you want to get some air?”
    She nodded and he took her hand in his, leading them out the doors at the back of the room and into