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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 51

Malone

<strong>Game Two of the World Series</strong>

Today he’s not the one nervous, instead it’s me. Last night was one of the most nerve-racking nights of my life as I waited to see if they would pull out the win and seeming to be on display for the fans who don’t like us. It’s not that I don’t trust my husband and his teammates to know what they’re doing, it’s that there’s just so much riding on this. A whole season, so many long nights, arguments, missed meals, FaceTime calls, and the dedication all the guys and the people who love them have put into this. If they don’t win, I’m not sure I can take it. I want this more for them than I do myself, but I want it for me too. 

I want it for the young girl who ran away from Slade the first time and the woman who’s come to love the man so fiercely it makes her heart hurt. I want it for a town that’s embraced us, for family and friends who can’t be here, and for all the years we spent apart.