The Third Baseman (The New York Lions #1)

by Lulu Moore

It’s gonna be my number, Star. Five. I’m the fifth planet. And then he’d kissed me, and I forgot anything after that.

Using the tip of my bat I drew out the letter M. M for Marnie. I might not have known where she was for the past fourteen years, but writing her into the sand by the plate meant I had her with me.

“Hooo!” His eyes widened, as did mine, and he pointed right at me. “What was that?” I set my mouth in a hard line, hiding the evidence. “What?” “That. That what was on your face just then? You smiled, I made you smile!” He cupped his hands round his mouth, and hollered “Hallelujah! She smiles!” “Shut up,” I huffed. “We’re working.”