Two years ago, I was a pretty big deal. I thought I had it all, until a blast from my past popped up on my social media feed, keeping my ego in check and reminding me how basic I am. Except sassy Wren Bennett isn't just a blast from my past. She's the only woman I ever saw a future with.
Even though my soul leaves my body every time she says she hates baseball and has never watched me play, a year's-worth of messages filled with laughter and sarcasm only remind me how amazing my "pen pal" is. Unfortunately, it doesn't matter how fine I look in a pair of baseball pants; I'm still three thousand miles away, and she's taken . . . or so I thought. Maybe I should have thought a little harder before I dropped her like a seeing-eye single into the outfield.
When an injury has me questioning everything about my life, I can only think of one place I need to go and one person I need to see. Home, to Summersweet Island, to get back my "pen pal."
Now I just need to make sure single mom Wren knows I didn't come back for a change, and I didn't come back for a job. I'm swinging for the fences, and I'm finally coming home to make her mine. If only she'd stop insulting me and stay in one place long enough for me to tell her. She wouldn't try to drown me with a tub of ice cream, right?
I'm sure it'll be fine.
Contains mature themes.