India Baker reports the dirt directly from the dugout. As a newly appointed sportscaster for the Tennessee Terrors, she’s down in the trenches reporting live with up-to-the-minute reactions and in-your-face interviews about the team. And the member who hates it the most is the number one man—me—the head coach. I’ve known India a good portion of my life. Difficult to escape your best friend's little sister or a woman who once dared you to kiss her... moreIndia Baker reports the dirt directly from the dugout. As a newly appointed sportscaster for the Tennessee Terrors, she’s down in the trenches reporting live with up-to-the-minute reactions and in-your-face interviews about the team. And the member who hates it the most is the number one man—me—the head coach. I’ve known India a good portion of my life. Difficult to escape your best friend's little sister or a woman who once dared you to kiss her. Now, she’s the one that got away and a pain in my baseball pants’ backside. Life as a former professional baseball player turned coach has its foul balls and strikeouts, and the one thing I am not willing to lose again is my heart. Except . . . She still gets under my skin. She looks so good in those red-framed glasses and form-fitting dresses, highlighting all her curves. And even after all these years, she makes my heart race like I'm running for home plate. It’s not often a player can outsmart a potential double play on the field, but the truth is, falling for her was never a game to me, and I'm hoping to score a second chance. less
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