Win the game. Lose your heart. Everyone knows who I am and that I could have any female fan I want. That’s supposed to be the “perk” of playing left field for the Boston Renegades. But I don’t want just any woman; I want her. She should be just another face in the crowd, but I can’t stop thinking about the one night we spent together-and her look of regret the morning after.

Because Saylor Blackwell is the kind of woman who haunts a man. Smart, sexy as hell, and one of the best managers in the business. She’s every ballplayer’s dream woman. And I’d do anything to make things right with her. I’m done sitting on the bench when it comes to Saylor Blackwell. Time to swing for the fences.

A quote from the book: Grand Slam by Heidi McLaughlin

This is my first ever spring training, and up until a few weeks ago, I didn’t know if I was going to experience this as a wife or an agent. Travis waited until the night before to make his decision after he met with the team, Wes Wilson, and Ryan Stone. For hours, I paced the hotel room, waiting for him to come back and share the news with me. And when he finally did, I was elated. I knew deep in my heart that he wasn’t ready to give up on baseball, and the fans of Boston aren’t ready to give up on him.

In a couple of weeks, we’re heading back north to begin our life as a baseball family. Travis and I have discussed his schedule, and we think it’d be best that Lucy stay home during the weeknight games due to how late they run. We are both prepared for the fight we’ll have on our hands when we have to tell Lucy she can’t go until the weekend. Travis is also going to be the one to take Lucy to school every day. Prior to leaving for Florida, he was the one to pick her up. He told me that he doesn’t want to not be involved in her education and felt that it was important that her teachers see us, no matter what.