When Gage craned his neck to look, Pace scooped up the panties and slid them into his pocket.

“I don’t see anything,” Gage said.

“Sorry. It’s nothing.”

Holly shot Pace a slightly wide-eyed, sexy-as-hell look and held out her hand.

But what was he supposed to do, hand them over in front of Gage? He shook his head.

With a low, indistinguishable mutter, she headed for the door. He watched her go, his only coherent thought being that she was going to sit in the stands and watch him play.

Without panties.

Which meant he was going to be sporting a boner the entire game.

“Pace.” Gage was looking at him, eyes sharp. “Shake it off. Get your head out of her pants and into the game.”

Out of her pants. If he’d had even twenty more seconds, he’d have been out of his pants and buried deep inside her right here in the unlocked shower room, where anyone could have walked in on them.

He was such an idiot.

With huge effort, he managed a nod. He was ready to play. Or he would be, soon as he recovered from that kiss.

If that was even possible.

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

I don’t want to play golf. When I hit a ball, I want someone else to go chase it.

—Rogers Hornsby

It was hot and muggy in New York. Even more so sitting in the stands without panties. It was a ridiculous situation, one that Holly firmly blamed Pace for.

And how had things gotten so out of hand that she’d lost her underwear in the first place? One minute he’d been kissing her and the next she couldn’t have even remembered her damn name to save her life, and before she’d known what had hit her, his long, talented, greedy fingers had hooked into the silk at her hips and slid it down her legs.

And then those fingers—

God.

Even thinking about it had her pressing her thighs together as need and heat swirled low in her gut. It was him, she decided. Pace. Those eyes, those fingers, that mouth . . .

If he hadn’t been so damn sexy, none of this would have happened. This was all his fault, and she closed her eyes, trying not to think about how big and tanned his hand had looked holding her tiny white thong . . . and for the mil lionth time had to shift in her seat, which only served to make things worse.

So close.

She’d been so shockingly close to an orgasm. Even now, she could still feel the need grinding inside of her. Worse, she knew that if Gage hadn’t knocked, they’d have gone at it right there against the wall, and anyone, anyone could have walked in and seen them.

Hard to believe she’d so lost her mind.

Disengaged? Ha!

Distanced? Ha!