Scoring With Him (Men of Summer #1) Read Online Lauren Blakely

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Men of Summer Series by Lauren Blakely
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Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 92095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
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I take batting practice, and once it’s time for the matchup, I crouch behind the plate, pull down my mask, and call the first pitch.

The Las Vegas Coyotes batter swings and misses.

Like that, I set the tempo and give the signs. My pitcher retires the side for a flawless first inning.

In the dugout, I stare straight ahead the whole time, seeing nothing, thinking nothing. No one talks to me. No one says a word. I refuse to let my mind meander to what’s in my locker.

When it’s my turn at the plate, I shift my weight back the slightest bit like I usually do, like I’ve done my whole life, and thwack—I knock in a runner.

Take that.

I know how to fucking play.

Soon, we return to the field, shutting the Coyotes out until the fifth inning, when our pitcher gives up a walk, then a single.

They’ve got a runner on first and second when the cleanup hitter comes to the plate, takes a few swings, then gets in the box.

I call for a curveball, and it drops at the corner. The batter takes a massive swing at it, connecting with a loud crack, sending a line drive out to left field. It’s a double, for sure, and the runner on second goes full throttle to third, the base coach waving him home.

Oh, no you don’t.

Not on my watch.

Not today.

The left fielder throws to Crosby at third. I rip off my mask as Crosby relays it my way. The ball is coming in hard, careening near the plate. I step into the base path to field it. The runner barrels toward home, mere feet away, but I scoop up the ball into my glove, ready to lay a tag on the runner when—

Boom!

The runner steamrolls into me.

And as the air rushes from my lungs, all the pain, all the hurt, all the anger comes roaring back while my brain replays Declan’s text to me from late last night.

* * *

Declan: This is killing me, Grant. You have to know. But making plans was a mistake. We can’t do this. Any of this, including November. Miami is a bad idea.

* * *

I grit my teeth, try to soften the blow, but I hit the dirt with a deafening thunk.

The pain radiates everywhere and my world starts to dim…

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