Morgan Hill

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It wasn’t just about how much I needed to see her; it was the way her eyes always met mine from under the peak of her ball cap, making me feel like I was the only man on the field. It was the way she was the last person I saw after running round the bases, and stepping into the dugout. It coated me like a protective salve.
The Third Baseman (The New York Lions #1)
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