Third Base (The Boys of Summer, #1)(15)

“It’s two a.m.” her voice is hoarse, sexy. The sound of her on the other line is like music to my ears and sends chills down my spine. I know in this moment that unless I cut her off completely and ignore her, I’m going to fall hard for her. There’s something about her that I can’t put my finger on and it’s driving me crazy. I don’t know if it’s the innocence in her eyes, the pinkness in her cheeks or the fact that she’s a baseball fan, but she’s doing something to me and I’m not sure I’m going to survive whatever it is.

“You didn’t specify what time you wanted me to call you,” I tell her, trying to keep things light when I really want to ask her what she’s wearing and if she’s been thinking about me.

“Hmm, I guess I didn’t.” The way she hums sends a jolt to my system. I adjust the way I’m sitting to circumvent any building pressure.

“Do you want me to hang up and let you get some sleep?” Please say no. Please stay on the line and give me some hint that we can go on a date, or at least get coffee.

“No, I wanted you to call.”

I let out a sigh but hold back the “thank God” from escaping my lips.

“Oh yeah?” I ask.

“Yes, I need to apologize. I was wrong to assume. And I’m very closed off, but for good reason. I thought that maybe I could treat you to breakfast when you get back?”

“I’d love that,” I tell her without hesitation. We talk for another hour until we’re both yawning and trying to find the words to continue.

“Sweet dreams, Daisy,” I say as I hang up. I hold the edge of my phone pressed against my chin for a beat longer before I tell the world how I feel.



EDavenport @TheRealEthanD



I’m falling…





The Renegades are BACK!!

The second major road trip of the season didn’t go in our favor. Tampa Bay came out ahead, winning two of the three games and the Renegades didn’t fare much better against the Orioles. Sunday’s game against the O’s had us giving up eighteen runs.

Three weeks in and we’re giving up more runs than scoring: 108 earned / 114 given.

Manager, Cal Diamond, chose not to speak to the press after Sunday’s game. Could his time be coming to an end in Boston?

First baseman, Kayden Cross, is the only notable player from this road series. He had a hit in every game and drove in at least one run a game.

The Renegades are 12-10 going into this nine-game home stand with two days off. Let’s hope those days are spent on the much needed … well... everything.





GOSSIP WIRE


I’m hearing more and more rumors that Steve Bainbridge is out at the end of the year. Cooper Bailey has been in at Lowery Field meeting with upper management while the Renegades were on the road. It’s also being rumored that Bainbridge may have strayed from his marriage and his wife is giving him an ultimatum to get the hell out of Boston or else. Clearly, divorce is not an option for Bainbridge’s wife. It’s probably the iron clad pre-nup she had to sign before they were married, but nonetheless, a wife scorned is never fun.

Surely if Cooper Bailey comes to Beantown, Ethan Davenport will no longer be Boston’s most eligible bachelor. It’d be nice to see Davenport get a run for his money in that department.

It’ll be interesting to watch Twitter in the next few days to see how many “hook-ups” the Renegades had on their road trip.

One thing is for sure; Ethan Davenport seems to have fallen, at least according to an early morning tweet after the team reportedly arrived in Tampa Bay. Let’s hope he didn’t hit his head to hard.

The BoRe Blogger





The first thing I do after my shower is text Daisy to see if she’d like to meet for lunch. I’m still in the dark about a lot of personal things when it comes to her and it didn’t escape my notice that each time we spoke while I was away, it was about my game. She would rarely answer questions, except for the basics like favorite food and color. I get why she keeps everything to herself. I’m a wildcard where she’s concerned. She’s read the rumors, and while some are true, others have been made up purely to get traffic to a certain website. Nonetheless, I’d be hesitant too. Most people only dream of meeting celebrities, sports figures, and the like, but to have one calling you at odd hours just to talk, has to be pretty freaking surreal.

She answers when I call at one a.m. after being in the bar with the guys. She doesn’t ask what I’ve been doing, or if I’ve been with anyone even though I want her to. I want to be able to tell her that she has been on my mind since that first morning in Tampa and that I can’t wait to see her again. I hold back, though, because I don’t want to scare her away. It’s important for me to pursue her the right way and not like the sex-crazed twenty-two-year old that I am.

For the first time in a long time, I want this girl to like me, and not the one that makes a regular appearance in the sports pages of the tabloids. Rarely do I find a woman who isn’t related to me that can talk shop and understand what I’m saying, although, that could come back to bite me in the ass if I keep playing like shit. I have no doubt Daisy will tell me where I f*cked up and what I need to do to get better.

Daisy texts back saying she wants to meet at T. Anthony’s Pizzeria. Between the pizza joint and the place we had breakfast, I can pretty much guess that we’re meeting in between her classes, even though she won’t tell me what her schedule is. I’m going to have to find a way to get it out of her because I’m hoping there will be a day where I want to surprise her. I can see myself showing up on campus and leaning against my car as I wait for her to come out of her dorm or class. I’m getting ahead of myself here, having these thoughts. I don’t even know if she likes me or just feels sorry for me right now.