The Third Baseman (The New York Lions #1)

by Lulu Moore

“My future doesn’t include you.”

Gagged this aint no wes bennett

Stars. Even from this distance, I could make out dozens of stars running up and down his heavily muscled arms, all different sizes, before disappearing under the fabric. Stars in between – I squinted – were they planets? Words? Squiggles?

Private: We’re back in the same city, Star. Hope you’ve had a great first day. X

no he’s insane

“Sure you do. You’ll want to understand it for all the times you’re watching me play.”

“Starlight, star bright, you were the first star I saw tonight. Wish I may, wish I might, have this kiss with you tonight.” He smiled, nervously, “I changed the words a little.”