Caught Up (Windy City, #3)

by Liz Tomforde

“Ask your questions.” “Why have you fired every one of his nannies?” She doesn’t hesitate, but I do. My head drops, Miller’s thighs right there in front of me, and I have to fist my hands to keep from touching them. “Can I tell you why?” she quietly asks. “I think you want to stop playing baseball. I think you’re so worried you’re going to miss out on the big moments, that Max’s caretaker is going to be the first one to experience them. I think you’re so hung up on what you did miss that you’re desperate not to miss any more.” Inhaling through my nose, I back away in the water because we’re far too close and she’s seeing far too much. “I know what it’s like to notice your parents’ absence,” I tell her. “The day I was drafted, Isaiah was the only one in the crowd for me, and it was the same thing when it was his turn. I was also the only one there for him when he got his driver’s license or when he had his heart broken for the first time. The last thing I’ll ever be is an absentee dad. I won’t miss the important stuff, and even more, I don’t want to miss the everyday, insignificant moments. I want them all.”