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wanted her and walked back over to Hunter, who had followed them out. Conner handed the ball to Hunter and looked up at his godfather for a long minute.
    â€œYou’re better at catching than throwing,” he said.
    â€œI am. But I still throw farther than you,” Hunter said.
    â€œNot for long,” Kingsley said as he joined them, scooping his son up and propping him on his shoulder. “Conner’s got my arm.”
    â€œYou think he should throw the ball to Ferrin?” Hunter asked. “She’s never caught a ball.”
    Something passed between the two men and Ferrin started to worry that they might see her as a charity case. Why had she told him she couldn’t catch? She’d managed fairly well in her daily life without catching all this time.
    â€œMaybe,” Kingsley said. “Why don’t you coach her on catching while I give this monkey some advice.”
    King turned Conner upside down and the little boy dropped the ball as he started laughing. Safe in his father’s arms, he wasn’t afraid of falling or of failing. She felt a pang because she’d never experienced that.
    Grow up , she thought.
    She smiled at the laughter that filled the backyard and shook off her feelings. Her father wasn’t this kind of hands-on dad and she had to admit that she loved the fact that Kingsley was.
    Hunter came around behind her. He didn’t touch her but she felt the heat from his body all along her back. She remembered the way he’d felt at the beach when he’d kissed her.
    She shivered and he put one hand on her shoulder. She glanced back at him. The intensity in his eyes suggested he remembered their kiss, too.
    â€œOkay, so catching...”
    â€œYes, catching,” she said. He put his hands on her shoulders, his touch moving slowly down her arms to her hands, which he cupped in his. “You’re creating a pocket for the ball. You aren’t catching it so much as giving it a safe place to land. Once you feel the tip of the ball in the pocket then close your hands. The grip is going to be awkward but that’s okay. Once you have the nose in your hands, you’ve got it. And no one is going to tackle you.”
    â€œThat’s a huge relief,” she said. Her hands shook a little bit and she realized she wanted to be good at this. That she wanted to be able to catch this ball. What if she didn’t? Would Hunter get disgusted and walk away? Or lose his temper? Not that she’d seen any evidence of that.
    â€œGood. Now, in the past when you’ve caught the ball, what was the hardest part?” he asked.
    â€œKeeping my eyes open. It’s unnerving to see something hurtling at me,” she admitted.
    â€œFair enough. I’m going to let you in on a secret,” he said.
    She turned to face him because being in his arms made it really hard to concentrate and she wanted to hear his secrets.
    â€œYes?”
    â€œI don’t always look either. I run a pattern and then I get to the spot where I’m supposed to be. The rest of it is up to King. He has to hit the target.”
    She tossed her head back and laughed. “Target? That right there is why catching sounds scary.”
    â€œHe won’t throw it that hard. Do you want me to help the first time?” he asked, putting his hands on her shoulders and turning her to face Conner and Kingsley, who were both waiting.
    â€œNo,” she said, taking a deep breath. “I have to do this on my own.”
    Plus it was distracting to have him pressed against her.
    â€œOkay.”
    Hunter took a few steps away from her. She watched him moving with that smooth fluid grace that always took her breath away. Then he stopped and gave Kingsley a hard look.
    Kingsley smiled and nodded and she realized that she was being set up to succeed. For the first time in her life a man—an athlete—was determined that she would be good at something associated with