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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.

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Chapter 18

Malone

“Damn girl, where did you learn how to cook?” Slater asks as he swallows what looks to be about half his plate in one bite.

It gives me a thrill to know he enjoys what I’ve made for him. I’d always wanted to take care of him before, always wanted to be the person he came to when he needed anything. One of my biggest dreams had been to be his partner in life – until it had scared me. Regret hits me hard, but I know I have to push through it. If we have any kind of a chance, I’ve gotta let it go. Instead of dwelling, I answer his question. 

“When you’re in a new town, with not a lot of money, you figure it out pretty quick.” I think back to my early days in Los Angeles. “Especially a town as expensive as LA.”

“I can’t imagine you living there.” He takes a drink of his water. “We go there for games, and there’s some things I have to do there for sponsors. I love it for a day or so, but then it gets to be too much for me. The hustle and bustle is distracting.”