He moved on before Kit could answer.
“Do you know him?” Kit asked Savannah.
She shook her head.
“I think he’s Gary Raper’s dad,” Miranda piped up.
“Find out for me, will you?” Kit requested of her. “I’ll send him a copy of my new hardcover.”
Miranda nodded, looking pleased with the assignment she’d been given.
A few youngsters shyly approached with pens and scraps of paper for Kit to sign. He signed them all, though he instructed the kids to kneel in the aisle while he did so to keep them from blocking the view of the field from the people surrounding them.
“Mom, I’m thirsty,” Miranda said sometime during the fourth inning. “Can I have something from the concession stand?”
“I’ll treat,” Kit said, beginning to rise.
Savannah placed a hand on his arm. “If you go down there, you’ll be mobbed. You won’t make it back before the end of the game. Miranda and I will go.”
“I’m pretty good at getting through crowds,” he said with a cocky grin. “Miranda and I can handle it, can’t we?”
Miranda nodded eagerly. “I won’t let them mob him, Mom. Let Kit and me go, okay?”
Savannah conceded with a don’t-blame-me-if-it’s-amistake shrug. .
“What would you like?” Kit asked her.
“Just a cola,” she replied. “Diet.”
He nodded and followed an eager Miranda down thé bleacher steps.
“Oh, wow, Savannah. He is so cute,” Treva gushed. “You’re so lucky to have a man like that after you.”
“Kit isn’t ‘after’ me,” Savannah protested. “He’s just a friend.”
“Yeah, right.” Treva snorted inelegantly. “Try telling that to someone who don’t have eyes. I seen the way he’s been looking at you. Like he’d like to just eat you up or something.”
Savannah’s face flamed. “Honestly, Treva.”
The other woman only laughed. “Hey, don’t mind me. I’m only teasing. But, if I was you, I’d give it some thought. The guy’s rich and gorgeous. Hang on to him as long as it lasts. And if you ain’t interested,” she added impishly, “have him give me a call.”
8
TRUE TO HIS WORD, Kit wasn’t gone very long. He returned with his hands full of snacks—hot dogs, popcorn, candy bars. A rather smug-looking Miranda tagged close behind him carrying a tray that held four drink cups.
“Are you sure you don’t want something to eat?” Kit asked as he took his seat next to Savannah. “Everything smelled so good I got carried away.”
She couldn’t help smiling as she looked at his haul. “I’d say so.”
“So, c’mon, have a hot dog,” he said enticingly, waving one in front of her.
Savannah hesitated only a moment before reaching for it. “You talked me into it.”
“If only it was always so easy to tempt you,” he murmured, his smile wicked.
She looked hastily away from that devastating grin, all too aware of spying eyes. “I don’t suppose you remembered the mustard.”
He promptly dug into his pocket and pulled out a small plastic packet. “Of course. We couldn’t possibly eat hot dogs without mustard.”