PJ Nolan has convinced himself he can get through one last year. That changes when he arrives for the first day of spring training and his teammates think it’s funny to mock the one night that made him feel alive. They don’t realize those pictures are all he has left of Nate Kendricks.
Nate knows nothing about baseball, but agrees to a spring training road trip with his twin brother. He’s not thrilled about the prospect of seeing PJ Nolan, the man who’d haunted his dreams since the night of the charity auction. Nate thought their chemistry was undeniable, but after that night, he never heard from PJ again.
Once they reunite, PJ’s certain of one thing: he’s not going to let Nate slip away again. As he gets closer to joining his dad in the record books, he feels Nate slipping away. What will he choose if forced to pick between new love and a lifelong dream?
I trust you. Three simple words with a phone number underneath. As I re-read the note, my mind drifted back to the elevator, to me asking him if he trusted me. When I’d originally asked the question, it was more to let him know I wouldn’t ever betray his confidence than anything else. The weight of seeing him repeat his answer and giving me another piece of himself settled on my chest.
“You going to stare at it all day or you going to grow a set and call him?” Zach teased. Thankfully, he didn’t bother asking for details I still hadn’t given him about what happened that night. I’d never been shy about sharing the juicy details with him in the past, but something about the time I spent with PJ felt different. More personal. Intimate, which was strange considering where we were at the time and everything that was going on around us.
“He’s probably given up on me calling,” I responded. PJ Nolan didn’t need to sit around waiting for someone like me to get in touch with him. He was sexy as hell. Men were probably tripping over themselves to be with him. Except, maybe not given the fact that he was still closeted. That door might not be locked tight, but he wasn’t exactly marching in any parades or wearing his Pride on his sleeve. PJ was probably as lonely and miserable as Zach denied being. “You know what, yeah. Toss me my phone.”
My fingers shook slightly as I dialed the numbers and Zach chuckled at my sudden case of nerves.
“Would you mind giving me a little bit of privacy?”
“Oh, now you need me to bugger off while you call your crush?” Zach teased. “I thought you said nothing happened. You’ve sure as hell tried hard enough to talk me out of this road trip; I’m starting to think it’s because something did happen and you’re afraid you’re making it out to be more than it was to him.”
“Shut the hell up,” I retorted lamely. “Not wanting you standing over my shoulder while I make a phone call doesn’t mean anything other than I don’t want you eavesdropping.”