Strike one: Maggie Jameson’s father just sold the family baseball dynasty to a billionaire who looks like he’s more comfortable in boardrooms than dugouts.
Strike two: That billionaire? Alex Winters. Who’s waltzed into her life like he owns the place—which, technically, he now does. The New York Saints have been her entire world, and now she’s watching her legacy get traded faster than a rookie on waivers.
Strike three: And just when she thought she was out, Alex starts proving he might actually know what he’s doing. Worse? He’s charming. Dangerously charming. The kind of charming that makes her want to throw more than just fastballs in his direction.
She’s Maggie Jameson, baseball royalty. And she’s NOT going to let this smooth-talking, ridiculously attractive interloper steal home base—in baseball or in her heart.
But with the way he’s looking at her, she’s starting to think this game might have a few unexpected plays left.
Batter up.
