Be My Game Changer: A Sports Romance(48)

“Should we be here?” I ask when Carter pulls open the passenger door, holding his hand out to me.

“Yeah. We’re good.”

Sliding off the seat, I take his hand as he leads me through a door and down a long corridor before we eventually make our way onto the field.

“It’s so different.” My eyes search the dimly lit stadium, the calm and quiet making it seem like a different place, but it feels comforting.

“The team’s in Seattle. Yesterday should’ve been my day to pitch.” His posture tenses a little before he clasps his hand around mine, leading me to the dugout. “The first game I attended, I was so excited that I got away from my mom and ran into the dugout right before the game was about to start. Dad laughed it off when he led me back to my mom, but later that night, she had a bruised eye and a busted lip. I didn’t understand it until I was older, but he’d waited until we were home to react. That’s what he would do. He’d put on the show, hold in his anger, then react when no one was watching.”

His hand releases mine, moving to rub through his hair, pulling at the locks. He sits on the bench before his hands drop, landing between his legs, and I sit beside him. “There’s nowhere in this place where I don’t see him. Nothing that hasn’t been tarnished.” Carter pushes up, pacing up the steps to the edge of the dugout. Leaning back against the railing, he looks over the roof into the stands. “Until you.”

He moves back down the steps, dropping to his knees in front of me. His hands move to my sides, gripping my hips. “All I see when I look behind this dugout is a beautiful woman with her nose in a book and not the least bit interested in me.” Damn, how times have changed because he holds my full interest now as he leans forward, brushing a tender kiss on my mouth. “Thank you.”

He kisses me—everything about it is tender and gentle—then he pulls back, moving to sit on the bench beside me. “When I saw him next to you, I lost my mind. The only good memory I had to cling to—he stole it from me, and I wasn’t sure if he hadn’t set the whole thing up. I know you better than to accuse you of something like that, but the vile evilness he’s implanted in my brain … it makes me think the absolute worse of everyone. I’m sorry—”

“No. Stop apologizing.” I pause for a second, only to debate what to say. Though I’m scared it will send him spiraling, I need to make sure he got the message from his coach. “Your father has something planned. I don’t know what it is. But he wants to ruin your career in a very public way.”

“I know. He arranged it.” Carter waves his hand around, his eyes scanning the stadium. “He did all of it. He’s the reason the team wanted me. The reason they signed me not knowing if I’d ever pitch again. I should’ve known a washed-up player who’d just had surgery doesn’t get deals like that, not without a price.”

I turn on the bench to look fully at him. “I might not know baseball, but I know the man I’ve seen on this field isn’t a washed-up player. He’s a man who was given an opportunity to prove he’s a great pitcher, despite just having surgery. Cash really thought you wouldn’t show him up, but you came back even stronger, because that’s who you are. I know that and he knows that. And it’s the reason he’s resorting to dirty plays to get what he wants, because he can’t do it fairly.”

Carter remains silent for a few seconds before saying, “How do I get through a game knowing I’m only here because of him?”

“He might be the reason you came here, but it’s your choice to stay. And it’s your choice to call the pitches. It’s up to you how you play, and how you walk off the field, and what you do behind closed doors afterwards. He might be the asshole who pulled the strings to get you out on this field, but he can’t make you something you’re not.”

His head falls back, his eyes closing as he rubs his hands over his face. “I can’t quit. But I can’t finish this season out knowing it was him. I don’t know what to do.”

“You show up. You take it one game at a time. You do what you’re trained to do. Put him out of your mind, and do it for you, not him.”

“You can’t use my words against me.” Carter lets out a slight laugh that brings me a heaping amount of relief.

“That’s not in my rule book.” I return the light tone, hoping he can begin to chip away at unloading the demons he’s carried with him for so long as he glances around the field. “So, here’s another reminder of your words. What’s most important to you?”

His eyes search mine, giving me a puzzled expression.

“To be on the mound,” I remind him. “That’s what you wanted. That was your goal. To play. Don’t let him take away your dream.”

Reaching over, Carter grips my sides, half lifting, half pulling me onto his lap to straddle him. His palms smooth up the bare skin of my thighs as his hands slip under my dress, squeezing my legs before he removes one to cup my cheek. He leans in for a kiss, feathering his lips over mine. “Dreams change.”

I don’t want to examine his words or take away from the moment as he kisses me, making another memory for the both of us.





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