The Third Baseman (The New York Lions #1)

by Lulu Moore

I couldn’t have her ruining her future for me. “We’re done for good. And when I pick a girlfriend, it won’t be you.”

I shook my head. “The last time I saw Jupiter was fourteen years ago – well, thirteen years, nine months, sixteen days.”

I’d spent fourteen years thinking about her daily, and now the reality was dawning on me that perhaps she hadn’t thought about me at all.

Of everything I’d done in my life, Marnie was the only one who could get my nerves spinning like a fastball.

She was my first girlfriend, the only girlfriend I’ve had. The only woman I’ve ever loved. I broke up with her the day I was drafted. It had to be done, but I’ve regretted it every single day since.

I leaned in slightly and winked. She blushed that shade of pink I used to get a boner for… and apparently still got a boner for.

Usain Bolt is a snail compared to the speed they gossip.

Turns out when something isn’t rocket science, it’s really hard.

“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.”

Even in my fantasies, I’d had her following my career in some way. When in reality, she’d made sure I’d no longer existed for her.

She was so beautiful. More than beautiful. She was a star-filled night beautiful.

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

“No one’s ever looked at me the way you look at me,” he grinned. “Do you think it’s possible to be addicted to a person? Because I think I’m addicted to you.” Yes, I did, because I knew I was addicted to him.

“I learned something today.” “Oh?” “Yeah, in one of your books. Jupiter is the protector planet, so I guess my job is to always protect you.”

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 was easier than I thought it would be. The M.I.T. School of Engineering is where you want to go if a baseball player breaks your heart. Science nerds do not compare,”

The first time we watched it together and I saw a shooting star?” She tore her eyes away from the sky and met mine, with a nod and a broad smile. “I wished for you.”