Long games.

  Sore muscles, broken bones, heartbreaking losses.

  But victories too.

  High school state championships, college World Series, the Major League Baseball Draft. Then I spent one glorious year in the minors, and the call came.

  Here I am.

  It’s my chance to show my team that I have what it takes to be their starting catcher for the next decade. That’s how big my goals are, how bright my dreams are, how far I can see into my future.

  I’ve always been a hopeful guy. I’ve always looked on the bright side. Believed in the positive.

  Now it’s fucking happening and I couldn’t be more stoked.

  As I head into the team’s spring training facility for the first time ever, a sense of awe spreads through my body. Wonder fills my veins.

  Holy shit.

  I look around. Stare at the plaques, the trophies, the photographs.

  I’m in the presence of greatness, staring at the pics of all these guys who’ve come before me, won rings, snagged batting titles, earned Cy Youngs.

  They played here first, took batting practice out on the diamond, and fielded ground balls and fly balls and bunted balls.

  I get to do that. I can show my team, my manager, the whole damn world what I’m made of.

  Nothing will distract me. Nothing will throw me off.

  I make my way down the corridor, my shoes echoing against the concrete, as I say hello to everyone I pass. I greet the groundskeepers, the janitors, the staffers, asking how they’re doing, because that’s who I am.

  I like to be one of the guys. I like to be the one people can turn to if they need a friendly face, an encouraging word. That’s how I fit into the team and the organization.

  I turn the corner towards the locker room, excitement tripping through my veins since I’m about to walk into it as a member of the twenty-five-man roster.

  But I nearly run smack-bang into a wall of man. A two-hundred pound, six-foot three, mass of muscle and cut abs and carved jaw.

  A man sporting a grin that makes my skin tingle.

  “Hey there.”

  That’s it. Two words. They’re all Declan says.

  But already I know this is going to be a big fucking problem. The major league baseball player I’ve crushed on from afar for the last three years is my new teammate.

  And I’m going to have to pretend like I haven’t thought of scoring with him so many damn times.

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