Stef shook her head. “No, I’m content right here.”
The adoring look that stole across the woman’s face as she gazed at her sleeping son spoke the truth.
“Okay, then.” She finished the last of her sangria and set her empty cup on the table before rising to her feet. “I’m really not that great at this, so don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
That was putting it mildly.
“Aw, you’ll be fine,” Mac assured as she walked with him toward the horseshoe court that ran along the side fence to the back corner, on the opposite side of the yard of the children.
As she passed the volleyball area where another game was about to start, her sister gave her a thumbs up. “Go easy on them, Amanda.”
She snorted. “Very funny. I’m the best player on the other team.”
“True.” Lyndsey grinned. “I hope you guys are paid up on your insurance.”
Mac and Dex laughed, and Dante smiled as he joined them near the first pitching platform. “So, you’re not a horseshoe shark?”
Another snort rushed up her throat. “More like a horseshoe guppy.”
He laughed, and the sound sent a round of goose bumps over her skin.
“Okay, you two take this pit, Dex and I will take the other and start us off.” Mac nodded to them before walking with Dex to the other end of the court where the horseshoes lay.
Amanda’s heart rocked when she realized by being on opposite teams, it meant she had to stand next to Dante for the entire game. And with his sunglasses currently hooked on the neck of his shirt, his warm brown gaze was accessible.
Super.
A round of nerves surfaced to tickle her spine. She pushed them aside. It was ridiculous. She’d been around plenty of handsome men before. Dante was no different.
Only he was, because she was attracted to him.
She remained quiet and calm as Mac and Dex threw their first round. No ringers. Maybe she wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe she’d actually keep her horseshoes in the pit. Or at least the court. Or Gabe’s yard.
Maybe it would rain.
She glanced at Dante. “What’s your take on the weather today?”
He glanced up at the sky then back to her and smiled. “No rain. Sorry.”
Inhaling, she nodded and took the shoes from him that he’d kindly picked up for her.
“You’re first,” he said, motioning toward the pitcher’s box.
She watched Mac and Dex move to the side. “You might want to move away from the fence and stand on the other side so you can run…if need be.”
The guys laughed. She didn’t. She was serious.
Amanda pointed to the yard side of the court and waited until the grinning guys appeased her.
It was for their own good.
She turned to Dante. “You, on the other hand, should move toward the fence, since I’m right-handed and it’s on the yard side, so if it slips, you’re in the clear.”
“It’s okay, Amanda!” Dex called. “Just throw. I’m sure you’ll do fine.”
She snorted. “That’s what my cousin said. He learned the hard way.”
“Oh?” Dex blinked at her. “What happened?”
