Stealing Home (Beyond the Play #3)

by Grace Reilly

None of that involves a certain green-eyed baseball player. I’m the one who walked out on him, anyway. I bet he hasn’t thought about me at all.

I still showed up for the date we planned—I waited over two hours just in case she’d show—but she ghosted me. I don’t want to admit that to my own brother. Not when his girlfriend is Mia’s best friend.

Sebastian Miller-Callahan. Sebastian, who has been smiling at me ever since the movie theater last fall.

Sebastian, who calls me sweet when I come. Sebastian, who threw a punch for me. Who the hell does that?

“Just curious,” he drawls. “How long were you planning to jerk him around, Mia?”