“I thought you missed baseball.” “I do.” He picked up a slice of bacon and tore a piece off with his teeth. “And you aren’t sure what the next move should be.” He gave me his best menacing glare as he chewed. “You don’t think you have something valuable to offer the next generation of players?” “I know I do.” He quirked a brow at me. “I never said I wouldn’t be good at it.”
