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She was irresistible in every which way. I felt myself getting hard just watching her bend over to put her shoes on. It was like I had the stamina of my teenage years all over again. Surprisingly enough, it also spread to my vigor on the field as well. Most days I was giving the Sillys guys a run for their money with the dance routines.

I felt alive. Invigorated. Happy. Much happier than I’d been in a very long time. I thought baseball was all I needed. It wasn’t until I met this little spitfire, who was obsessed with me, that I started to take a hard look at my future.

Cady was obsessed in all the right ways. She didn’t give a damn that I was in the majors, she didn’t care that I got demoted, and she didn’t want anythingexcept to spend time withme. It was the first time that I wanted to give a woman the world, and she didn’t want it.

Fucking hell.

I was in love with her.

I spent so much time avoiding these deep feelings. It was stupid of me to think that something like this couldn’t blossom in only a few weeks. When I finally admitted it to myself, it felt like a confession to the sins of my denial.

I could breathe again.

I felt whole. Confident. Confident enough to know that I wanted Cady by my side.

But how could I tell her?

Throwing the “L” word at a person, after not even two months of knowing them, was scary. Even though I felt sure about it, I wasn’t completely sure that Cady felt the same way. Would I scare her off if I said something?

I’d caught her appreciative starry-eyed stares in my direction from time to time. Perhaps her feelings were still budding. I didn’t want to rush things. Not when they were as incredible as they were.

What would the off-season bring? Long lazy days of the both of us tangled up in each other’s arms in bed? Movie marathons on the couch? Enjoy the calm quiet of each other’s company? The more I fantasized about it, the more I looked forward to it.

Would the Sillys off-season be less crazy and more prolonged than the majors? Typically, we’d get three months tops, four if we didn’t make it to the postseason. I was already enjoying the more laid-back vibes of the ELB season. Away games were easier too. The Sillys played teams on the East Coastinstead of all over the US. The only exhaustion was from the days of travel instead of the crazy jet lag on top of it.

“Hey, Slugger, you with us?”

I startled a bit and glanced down to see Cady with a smile just for me. The guys were twirling around me, working on their specific parts for the big dance number. I on the other hand wassomehowselected to be Fiyero in this scenario. This might have had something to do with the fact that I just so happened to be banging the tasty choreographer. And maybe I dropped a few hints.

“Oh, uh, sorry. Wrapped up in my thoughts.” I muttered.

“You missed your cue.” Cady bit her bottom lip trying to suppress her grin. I wanted to grab her chin and hold her still while I sucked that damn lip right out of her mouth. Instead of giving in, I lifted my gaze to the field. Noting the music, I grumbled. Damn, how distracted had I been? Ender looked on in a huff with a cocked hip in his impatience.

Since I wrangled the part of Fiyero, the guys unanimously voted for Ender to be Glinda. The match between the pitcher to the catcher was too hilarious for even me to overlook. Poor Ender was a lot shorter than me, so the partnering worked out in that aspect.

“Look, the quicker we nail this routine at home plate, the quicker you guys can get out of here for your lunch break.”

“I’d rather nail you at home plate,” I mumbled and looked away innocently. Cady’s gaze snapped to me. There was a flash of fire in those gray-blue depths, a sultry warning for later. Although now mybrain was stuck on a plan to christen my favorite base with her in the future.

“Alright, everyone!” Cady’s voice cracked before she cleared her throat.Mm, she was thinking about that idea too. Excellent.“Let's start again with Jamie and Ender at home plate.”

The guys scrambled back to their starting positions. They were the background dancers fanned out around the infield as Fiyero and Glinda had their little moment while he crooned to her. Well, me crooning to Ender. I think the blonde wig we all suggested would have helped me picture him as Glinda better. But he drew the line there. We managed to talk him into rhinestone jerseys but even that had taken some convincing.

“Dude don’t fuck it up this time,” Ender grumbled as his eyes darted to something off in the distance. “I have lunch plans.” He was a man of few words. He followed my pitch calls without question and was normally much more mild-mannered. Something was under his skin today.

“Yeah yeah, I’ve got this,” I said, not only to reassure him but also myself. This routine was fun. I got to watch it come to fruition, firsthand, in my living room while Cady bounced around in her sports bra.Shit, Jamie, no. Focus on the routine.

The music started up again. Furrowing my brows I did my best to focus on Ender and all the dance moves. A spin, a little sashay, a dip. Ender was much more graceful than me, but I was the one who had to lead the dance steps. We pulled off a, mostly, flawless finish.

The music stopped and I immediately heard Cady’s excited squeals.

“Holy shit you guys, I really can’t wait for tomorrow. You are all going to blow everyone’s minds!”

Helping Ender up from our dip, my eyes darted over to Cady as she bounced around to each of the guys to offer last-minute notes. She needed to fucking stop with those double entendres or else my dick was going to have a few things to say about it.

“Okay if you all can manage two more flawless run-throughs you guys can head out early.” There was a resounding cheer throughout the players along with a renewed sense of vigor. “I have no doubts you guys are going to wow the crowd tomorrow. They won’t know what’s coming.”

Ender glanced at me, and we shared a nod. Sweat was already pouring down my back from the insufferable July heat and humidity. But the end was in sight. Once again I thanked myself for shortening the song down to something much more reasonable. Ten more minutes in this heat was about all we could stand.

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