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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 12

Malone

The next morning, I’m awake when my three-thirty alarm goes off. Awake because I’ve spent most of the night tossing and turning, thinking about what Slater told me at the field house. Realization and truth can be a shitty thing, and I’ve been hit in the face with it. 

For so long I’ve convinced myself that I made the right decision back then. That no matter how much it hurt, no matter how much I second-guessed it, it was the right thing to do.

After hearing him talk about it yesterday? Mistake is the word banging around in my head like the ball of a pinball machine. 

“Get your shit together, Malone.” I drag ass out of bed, before going to the bathroom.

Same routine as yesterday, and I realize this is what my life has turned into. The same shit, day in and day out. Yeah, back in California I did it in a nicer living space, with a manicure, and more spending money. This morning though, I’m knocked over the head with some truth.