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MVP.

A second-chance romance as scorching hot as a baseball diamond in August. Slater "Savage" Harlow Winning the MVP award for the Birmingham Bandits last year was the highlight of my baseball career. It was the culmination of childhood dreams, calculated adult decisions, sacrifice, and a hell of a lot of focus. Tearing my ACL in spring training? Not what I expected at all. Now I'm home, in small town Georgia, rehabbing in the comfort of my own home, with people I know. I'm connecting with friends I haven't had time to talk to in years, spending days at home with my parents, and getting to watch my little brother play minor league baseball. What I don't expect is to see Malone Fulcher walking into Del's Diner one morning while having my coffee and egg whites. She's the old flame, the one who got away, and the woman I compare all others to. Malone Fulcher Spending the summer in my hometown wasn't what I had planned, but it's what I need. Recovering from a hard year, both personally and professionally, I need to reconnect with who I am. When my mom encouraged me to come home and do some soul searching, I can't say no. Memories are all over this small town, from the Baptist Church to the east field on my parents farm, to the diner. On my second day in town, I decide to go in, memories be damned. I lost my breath as soon as I saw "Savage" Harlow sitting alone at a booth. Our eyes lock, my heart flutters, and my hands shake - all the same way they did back in high school. But back then we couldn't make it work. Going our separate ways to differing colleges, we decided we weren't meant to be. A decade later, as soon as our eyes meet, I'm wondering if we were right, because those green eyes of his do nothing but take me to a past that I can see being my future. MVP was created by Laramie Briscoe, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Laramie Briscoe · Urban
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53 Chs

Chapter 24

Malone

I’m not sure why but Wednesdays have turned into the most boring days at Sweeties. It doesn’t help that it’s been raining the last few days. The wettest September we’ve had in a while.

“This shit is depressing,” Cherry sighs as she comes out from the back. “We’re gonna need a boat to float down Main Street if this doesn’t let up.”

“I know,” I agree. “I can’t even make my colorful board because it gets washed away as soon as I sit it out there. The only good thing is it looks like nobody else around here is getting any customers either. I think everybody is heading for higher ground.” I come out from behind the counter, going to one of the empty tables. “You mind if I work on some of Slater’s stuff?”

“No.” She waves a hand in my direction. “I’m legit about to put on some Sons of Anarchy on the main television so we at least have something good to watch.”

The two of us purse our lips, look at each other, and whisper. “Jax Teller.” At the same time.