I’m attracted to older men, she’d said.

There weren’t a ton of other ways to interpret that statement.

Seb let out a long, slow breath and hauled Matty out of the car and hooked Crabby up to a leash.

He knew that if he looked for an issue to worry over right now, he’d find it. Their age difference was ridiculous; she was too young for a real commitment. And he had so much baggage, a real commitment was pretty much the only thing he was looking for.

But it wasn’t those thoughts that swirled in his head as he led kid and dog to the bleachers. No. It was that sly smile she’d given him across the table when they’d been texting. It was the V of exposed, golden skin above her trim little blouse. It was the way she’d so naturally leaned into him. He’d been praying last night that she didn’t look down at his lap. He was pretty sure her eyes would have bugged out of her head had she known he’d popped wood just from watching her drag a finger through the condensation on her beer glass.

Seb wasn’t ashamed. He was heated and loose; he felt like he could play four games of softball back-to-back. Something pumped through his veins, hard and fast, and Seb liked it.

Seb spotted Via in the dugout, stretching and chatting with Sadie, and it was enough just to see her, for the time being. She was here. He was about to go over there. He felt like there was a wolf in his chest, sniffing the air for a mate.

He finally understood why they howled at the moon.

Because flirting was so fucking fun.

Seb parked Matty on the second row of the bleachers and tied Crabby’s leash there as well. He leaned forward and fussed with his son’s new winter coat. It wasn’t that cold out today, but he was gonna be sitting still for a while. He pulled the hood up around Matty’s ears and zipped it to his chin.

“Too tight, Dad,” Matty groused and zipped it back down.

“You’re gonna get cold.”

“You made me wear two pairs of pants! I’m so hot I’m gonna puke.” Matty was one step away from a full-on pout-fest, and Seb knew when to fold ’em.

“You’re right. Are you gonna read or do your puzzle?”

“Read. I like the book.”

“Cool,” Seb said, inching away from his son like he was a wild animal he didn’t want to spook. “Snacks are in the bag. You can have whatever you want. And we’re gonna grab pizza afterward with the team. Just so you know.”

“Why?” Matty looked up from digging through the bag for the snacks and the book.

“Because it’s the last game of the season.”

Matty shrugged. “Okay. Sounds boring, but I like pizza.”

Seb leaned forward quick and kissed his son on the top of the head. No muss, no fuss. He was growing up and didn’t want as much PDA from his dad anymore. But Matty was already opening his book and blocking out the world.