India Baker reports the dirt directly from the dugout.
As a newly appointed sportscaster for the Tennessee Terrors, she’s down in the trenches reporting live with up-to-the-minute reactions and in-your-face interviews about the team.
And the member who hates it the most is the number one man—me—the head coach.
I’ve known India a good portion of my life. Difficult to escape your best friends little sister or a woman who once dared you to kiss her. Now, she’s the one that got away and a pain in my baseball pants’ backside.
Life as a former professional player turned coach has its foul balls and strikeouts, and the one thing I am not willing to lose again is my heart.
Except . . .
She still gets under my skin.
She looks so good in those red-framed glasses and form-fitting dresses, highlighting all her curves.
And even after all these years, she makes my heart race like Im running for home plate.
It’s not often a player can outsmart a potential double play on the field, but the truth is, falling for her was never a game to me, and Im hoping to score a second chance.
