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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 47

Malone

August

Slade has been gone for eight days, and he’ll unfortunately be gone for five more on this road trip of the Midwest and East Coast. Road trips have become my least favorite thing, and when he and I do argue, it’s because of either things that happen while he’s gone, or we miss one another so much. I’ve found that I like picking at him, seeing if I can poke the bear, so to speak, to get a reaction out of him. He likes to tell me I’m seeing things that aren’t there and that I’m nagging him when all he needs to do is concentrate on his job.

Road trips give me an anxiety I’ve never felt before, and I’m starting to literally fucking hate them. I don’t know what to do about it, and I’ve said as much to Felicity tonight.

“Why don’t you go with him next time?” Felicity asks as we sit in the living room of the penthouse, watching their game on TV. “I’ve gone with JD a few times. It’s not my favorite, but at least I don’t have to worry about what he’s doing.”