The Third Baseman (The New York Lions #1)

by Lulu Moore

I wasn’t sure there would ever be enough time for all the kisses I wanted to give her, especially when I could feel her smile pressed into mine;

Because if I was the question, Marnie Matthews was my answer.

We were meant to be, I knew it as well as I knew myself, so I could wait for forever to begin until she was ready.

After a minute, he pointed up to the sky. “You know how people say stuff is written in the stars? Do you think we are?” I watched them twinkling above us, one shooting across the sky. “Written in the stars?” “Yeah,” he whispered as he dropped a kiss on my head. “That we belong to each other. I’m yours, and you’re mine.”

It had taken half our lifetimes, but we’d finally found each other again. For good.