He bought her beer, Owen’s, his own, nachos for the runt, then set them down at one of the high tables while he tried to work out how to handle it.

“I almost didn’t come tonight. I’ve been swamped with work, too. I’m glad I let Cherie and Angie talk me into it. You remember Cherie.”

“Yeah.” Probably.

“She got divorced about a year ago. It was a rough time for her.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

“She’s dating one of the players. The center fielder, so we came to keep her company for the game.”

“Nice.”

“Listen, what are you up to this weekend? I could come down. You could give me a tour of the inn.” She offered her sparkly-eyed smile. “Maybe we could book a room.”

“I’m seeing somebody.” He didn’t know the words were there until they fell out of his mouth.

“Well, that’s not news, you’re always . . . Oh.” Those sparkly eyes widened. “You mean seeing seeing. Wow. Did you and your brothers all drink from the same bottle?”

“I’m not—we’re not—I’m just seeing somebody.”

“Good for you, and her. So who is she? Tell me all. Do I know her?”

“No. I don’t think so. She’s the innkeeper.”

“Really? Now I have to get down there and see the place.”

“Come on, Jen.”

“Come on, Ry,” she tossed back at him. “How long have we known each other? I’d never mess you up.”

“No.” He let out a breath. “You wouldn’t.”

“And I’m happy for you. A little sorry for myself,” she admitted, “but happy for you. I’ve been having shit-all luck with men lately.”

“Then the men you’re looking at are stupid.”

“There’s a lot of that going around. I’m still coming down, catching up with Avery, taking a look at what you’ve got going on.”

“That’d be good.”

“I’d better get back before my friends send out a search party. Thanks for the beer.”

“Anytime.”

“What’s her name?”

“Hope.”

“Nice. Is she pretty?”

“She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” And again, he hadn’t known the words were there.

“Aw.” Jen leaned forward, kissed his cheek. “Good luck, sweetie.”

“Yeah. The same.”

And that, Ryder thought as he gathered up the food, had been just plain weird. He started back, paused, balancing nachos and beer to watch the Sun’s batter knock a solid left field double, bringing in a run, and putting men at second and third.

Looking up, he decided, and worked his way back.

“Did you see?” Harry demanded.

“Yeah, nice hit.” Ryder dumped the tray of nachos in Murphy’s lap, passed Owen the beer.

“So?” Owen said.

“So what?”

“So what did you tell Jen?”

“That I was seeing somebody. Jesus, Owen, I don’t mess with women that way.”