A golden-boy MLB all-star returns fresh off a devastating injury returns to his hometown for his 10 year reunion hoping to reunite with his high school sweetheart … only to find that he can’t stop thinking about his mouthy, outspoken ex lab partner.
An irresistible baseball star and a resistant hometown girl stumble into love in a flirty romance by New York Times bestselling author Lauren Layne.
Pro baseball shortstop Carter Ramsey is about to be Citizen magazine’s Man of the Year, but the only title that matters to him is out of reach: World Series MVP. Benched by a recent injury, Carter retreats to his hometown to recover. His ten-year class reunion and a potential reconciliation with the sweetheart he left behind could be perfect distractions. Until another old acquaintance throws Carter a curveball.
Olive Dunn admits that her former high school science partner is still a handsome charmer. But she wasn’t swayed then, and she won’t be swayed now. Because Olive remembers Carter’s little shortcoming: he tends to bail the moment it suits him, without a backward glance. Best to keep her feelings strictly platonic while he’s in town.
Except the entitled boy she knew is a changed man: solid, reflective, and generous. As they ease back in to their familiar friendship, things take a surprising turn, and Carter and Olive must decide if what they have is a passing flirtation or a real shot at love.
He set the bar back, and she returned to position, doing her best to ignore him altogether as she finally got around to starting her set.
Only . . . it was harder than she expected to ignore your spotter. Almost impossible to ignore a spotter like Carter Ramsey.
The positioning alone was, um, intimate, with his crotch disturbingly near her head, his eyes watching her every motion, his hand hovering in the general vicinity of her chest.
The fact that it was him was so much worse. Tall, muscular, and she had to admit, this was a very good angle to observe all of his best features . . .
“Quit ogling me,” Carter said, never taking his gaze away from the rise and fall of the bar.
“Take it easy, Captain America. You’re the one who insisted on straddling my face.”
“You’re not hot enough to be Thor,” she said, pushing through the last rep of her set and replacing the bar. Normally she’d have pushed herself a bit further, but she didn’t usually have Carter Ramsey watching her every move.
He may not be Thor, but his presence was increasingly distracting. But also kind of . . . motivating.