“Good. I hate to dig up the past, but I hope the fact that I was never an ass about you dating my sister behind my back will make this hurt less.”

“Okay,” Bryan said, nervously looking around the luxury suite. Both Casey and Kat glanced up from their seats by the window. His wife’s curious expression seemed to say who are you talking to and why on earth are you taking a phone call in the middle of us celebrating a home run? He moved away from them, walking up the three steps to the back of the enclosed suite. “What’s going on, man?”

“I need you to leave,” Nate said bluntly.

“Shit.” Bryan’s shoulders sagged. “You can’t be serious?”

“’Fraid so. I’m sorry, but I’m also not sorry. I hope you understand. Tell my sister I’ll make it up to her and I’ll babysit next time. I’ll be there in five minutes. You and Kat will need to go then.”

Bryan ended the call and shook his head. Damn. His wife was going to be pissed. She’d been looking forward to this night out for some time.

True to his promise, five minutes later Nate opened the door to the private suite. Three pairs of eyes landed on him but he only looked at one person.

Casey stood, her heartbeat speeding to NASCAR levels, her skin heating up.

He was the last person she’d expected to see. He was supposed to be in D.C. for the night.

His eyes raked over her. He had that hungry look in them—the look that melted her in seconds. She wore a blue tank top with the Yankees logo on the front, a short jean skirt, and blue Converse sneakers. She never wore sandals to Yankee Stadium; too many people, too many pairs of feet that could step on her toes.

Bryan was whispering to Kat, whose eyes widened as she glanced from Nate to Casey. Then she quickly gathered her purse, hugged Casey and simply said, “See you later.”

If Casey had been processing what was happening she probably would’ve asked “Why? Where are you going? What’s going on?”

But she wasn’t processing anything except the way she felt. For the last several hours, she’d swallowed the disappointment from the night before. Because when he’d told her about his day turned upside down she’d felt so bad that she’d doubted him.

She simply hoped that he wasn’t still mad at her.

As soon as Bryan and Kat left, Nate shut the door, then locked it. She glanced quickly behind her at the window that provided a view of the sea of rabid fans. The stadium shook with excitement. Cheers from the crowd vibrated throughout the house of Ruth. Nate stalked down the three steps separating them. When he reached her, a vein twitched in his neck. His mouth was a ruler-straight line. His jaw was set hard. His stare undressed her.