Headed for Home

I’m willing to admit that I shouldn’t read spicy scenes in public.
But in my defense, the opportunity rarely rises elsewhere.
As a single mom and farm owner, my time is stretched thinner than horse hair.
Besides, I’d reached a pivotal peak in the story and couldn’t put it down.

That is until someone bumps into me.
My phone launches into the air like a base hit, but the device is caught before smashing into the ground.
It comes as no surprise considering the guy is a professional baseball star.

Drake Granger isn’t the boy I remember, but I could still pick him out of the roster while blindfolded.
This charming man doesn’t hesitate to tease me about what he spies on my screen.
He also doesn’t break stride before asking me out on a date.

But as previously mentioned, spare time isn’t a luxury I possess…

Drake claims that whatever I’m willing to give is plenty.
It doesn’t take long to prove that’s not the game he’s playing.
This pro is done striking out, and headed straight for home.

I’d question these seemingly selfless intentions if Garrett’s reputation didn’t answer for itself.
Shameless flirting aside, it’s well-known that the established bachelor doesn’t plan to settle down. Ever.
He treats commitment like a bad habit he kicked in college.
That makes him a very eligible sidekick.

At least until his actions start speaking louder than words.
Almost to the suggestive tune that he’s making me miss on purpose.
Or maybe I’m just falling for the guy who claims that he’s not the one for me…