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Author: Jaci Burton
God, she was in love with this man. He might not ever make it easy on her, but he was worth fighting for every step of the way.
Alicia snuggled against him with a smile on her face and settled in to watch the happily ever after.
EPILOGUE
ALICIA WASN’T ON DUTY FOR THE DAY’S RIVERS GAME. Instead, she sat just above the player’s dugout, thanks to great tickets provided by her awesome hot boyfriend, Garrett.
Liz was with her today, along with her parents and Gavin’s parents, who sat in the same row.
Liz squeezed her hand. “Nervous?”
“No, not nervous at all. Terrified is more like it. ”
“Relax, honey. Garrett is going to do great. ”
God, she hoped so. He was still working with Max, but she couldn’t keep her hands off of him, both from a therapeutic and a personal perspective.
“He looks good, Alicia,” her dad said.
“Yes, he does. ”
“Even more, he looks ready. Fired up,” her uncle said.
She smiled. They’d been working on his form and his pitching motion for a month now, ever since Garrett had put his career on the line and offered to be traded just so the two of them could be together.
Now he was in the starting rotation again, and today he’d start his first game since his injury last year.
He’d given her the news two days ago, and since then she wasn’t sure who was more nervous—her or him. He’d told her about it after the game with Atlanta, shrugging it off like it had been no big deal.
She’d hooped and hollered and launched herself into his arms. That night, they’d celebrated by having dinner out, then hot sex after.
It had been pretty memorable hot sex, too.
“There he is,” Liz said.
The crowd roared. Alicia leapt to her feet, so thrilled to hear the thunderous applause as Garrett took the mound.
He looked so good in his uniform, tall and lean and in great shape. He looked ready to take on anything.
She hoped he soaked in the adoration, and that it helped fuel the fire she knew had been burning inside him ever since his injury last year. He’d worked so hard on his recovery, and he deserved this moment.
She loved him so much and wanted nothing more than for him to succeed.
And he would, because she believed in him.
* * *
GARRETT WOULD BE LYING IF HE SAID THE HOME crowd applause when he took the mound hadn’t caused chills to skate down his spine. He’d waited seemingly a lifetime for this, and now that it was here, now that he had the mound and the ball in his hand, he was going to make damn sure to shut down Houston.
But when the first batter came to the plate, his knees shook a little.
He closed his eyes and rolled the ball around in his hand.
Focus on the familiar. You’ve been doing this practically your whole goddamn life, Garrett. This is as familiar to you as brushing your teeth.
You can do this.
He opened his eyes. His catcher, Sanchez, called for the signal. Garrett nodded, took a deep breath, got into his windup, then tossed a hard fastball that whizzed right by the batter and into Sanchez’s waiting glove.
Hell, yeah.
Sanchez called for a curve. Same thing, and the batter hit a grounder right to Gavin, who stepped on first base.
Out number one.
The next batter came up and Garrett smoked a fastball. The batter bit right away, a pop fly to right field.
Out number two.
Feeling a little more relaxed, he faced the next batter and tried out his sinker. First one was a ball, so he adjusted and threw a fastball.
Strike one.
Sanchez called for the sinker again. Garrett threw it again, and the batter fouled it off.
Strike two.
This time Garrett wanted to blow this guy out of the water. Sanchez called for a curve, but Garrett said no. When Sanchez suggested the fastball, Garrett nodded and wound up, threw the heat, and the batter swung.
At nothing but air.
Strike three and he was out.
The crowd roared and Garrett walked off the mound.
Easy first inning.
He stayed in his own head through eight innings, allowing only two hits and no runs. His arm was tiring and it showed. He’d walked two batters in the eighth and Manny told him he didn’t want him to stress out his arm. Though he wanted to pitch the whole game, he also didn’t want to hurt himself. Manny brought in Maloney to close it.
“You pitched one hell of a game, Scott,” Manny said as he took the ball from him. “Welcome back. ”
Garrett couldn’t help the slight smile on his face. “Thanks, Coach. ” He walked off the mound to a standing ovation from the crowd. That felt damn good.
They won the game four to nothing. His teammates celebrated the victory in the clubhouse after. The media asked him how it felt to be in the starting rotation again.
“It feels pretty damn good,” was all he could say, while giving a lot of credit to his teammates for their batting and fielding, and Maloney’s stellar job as a closing pitcher.
After the game, he met up with Alicia in the parking lot. She threw her arms around him and kissed him. “I knew you could do it. ”
He kissed her back, long and hard, holding tight to her for an extra few seconds. “Because you believed in me, even when I didn’t. ”
She squeezed his arms when she pulled back. “How does your shoulder feel?”
“A lot like overcooked spaghetti. ”
She laughed. “That’s normal, given that’s the first time you’ve pitched so many innings. I’ll give you a massage tonight. ”
“Naked massage?”
“See, that’s your problem. Always thinking with your cock. ”
“That’s a problem?” he asked, arching a brow. “Usually it results in an orgasm or two for you. ”
“Hmm, you make a valid point. But we’re supposed to meet my parents and aunt and uncle for a celebratory dinner. ”
He sighed. “Okay, dinner first. Naked massage later. ”
He wound his arm around her and walked her to her car, unable to remove the smile from his face.
He’d had a great game tonight. He was a starting pitcher again, and he had an amazing woman by his side. His life couldn’t be any more perfect right now. He didn’t know what he’d done to get so lucky, but as he pulled Alicia close to him and kissed her again, he thanked whatever fates had brought her to him. She’d saved his career and filled the hole in his heart.
She’d made him believe in love again, and that was more important than anything.
“I love you,” he said, brushing his lips across hers.
She smiled up at him. “I love you, too, Garrett. Now let’s go get this dinner thing over with so I can get you naked. ”
He grinned. Like he’d said . . . just damned perfect.
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