Can they conquer their demons and find love, or will they run from their pasts and abandon their future together?
Bottom of the Ninth
Seattle Skookums Baseball
Game on in Seattle #6
Jami Davenport
Released Oct 21st, 2016
This
long-awaited story of the third Wolfe brother introduces the Seattle Skookums
baseball team.
Zeke Wolfe, the man who’s written
off his entire family, rescues a young woman and three children on a stormy
Seattle night. Before he knows it, he has an instant family and a fake fiancé
he’s certain he doesn’t want.
Paisley Madison dreams of having a
real home for herself and her sister's children. When a handsome baseball
player drops into her life, she knows a gift when she sees one and hires
herself as his assistant.
As their business arrangement turns
into something much more personal, Paisley and Zeke's pasts threaten to destroy
their precarious hold on a future together. Can they conquer their demons and
find love, or will they run from their pasts and abandon their future together?
Seattle.
He’d been traded to
fucking Seattle.
Zeke Wolfe still couldn’t
believe it, even though he’d made a few trips to the rainy city since the deed
had been done, and he’d been wearing the Seattle blue and green during spring
training.
Hell, he hadn’t come to
terms with his new reality even as the Boeing 737 banked a steep turn to land
at Sea-Tac Airport. He caught glimpses of Puget Sound and the Space Needle
through the dark, oppressive clouds hanging over everything, including his life
as of late.
Why did God hate him so
much that he’d done this to him?
Truthfully, he probably
didn’t hate Zeke. More likely, God didn’t know he existed. The big guy hadn’t
been there for Zeke any more than his brothers had. At least he’d had his
sister—until he didn’t have her anymore, either.
Zeke disembarked, hating
the place that was his new home. It was bad enough he’d been yanked from sunny
California to this dark, dreary place where the sun never shone and mold grew
in every crack and crevice, but even worse, his brothers both lived here and
played for Seattle’s professional hockey and football teams. Maybe God did hate
him after all and was laughing his ass off at this latest cruel twist of fate.
Turning on his phone, he
frowned as message notifications blipped across the screen. Them again. Why
couldn’t they just leave him the hell alone? He’d just changed his number a
month ago. Now he’d have to change it again.
Despite being irritated,
Zeke put on his happy face in case anyone with a trigger finger on their cell
camera happened to recognize him. Grabbing his bag from the baggage carousel,
he found his recently purchased silver Jaguar F-PACE SUV, parked exactly where
Al, his agent, promised it would be. The bastard was thorough. He’d give him
that.
Relaxing into the plush
leather seat, Zeke allowed himself a moment of forced calmness, then he pulled
onto the wet streets. He listened to the GPS as he navigated to the house his
agent had also bought for him in a quiet Seattle neighborhood of older but
upscale homes. Al promised the house boasted views, views, and more views. Zeke
didn’t give a shit about views right now, but he’d kill for something more
substantial than airplane food, along with a blissful night’s sleep.
He stopped at a takeout
place and grabbed a couple pizzas, before continuing his journey. The aroma of
pepperoni and melted cheese merged with the new-car smell. His stomach growled,
and he pressed harder on the accelerator.
Cutting the corner as he
turned onto a side street, Zeke hit a deep mud puddle, hydroplaning and
throwing water in all directions, including his windshield.
Shit. He couldn’t see a
damn thing.
Slowing, he noticed a
bedraggled woman standing on the sidewalk completely drenched—thanks to him.
The hood of her ancient car was up, and she held the hands of two equally
bedraggled and drenched little kids while a third stood nearby.
Well, crap.
Judging by their
piece-of-shit car piled high with crap, they were probably homeless. He fully
intended to drive on by. They weren’t his problem. At the last minute, he made
the mistake of glancing in their direction. His gaze connected with the
pleading, soulful brown eyes of the woman. She was young, but not too young;
probably his age, yet way too young to have children this old unless she’d had
them when she was just a kid herself.
Despite her miserable
state, she was beautiful, with long blond hair and a cute figure. She looked
like the girl next door, sweet and kind and needy.
Zeke so did not do needy.
Well, not too much. At
least, not to the point he couldn’t extricate himself without some messy drama
to go along with the neediness.
With a sigh, Zeke glanced
at the time and pulled over. Pizza and sleep would have to wait a little longer
because of his damn pesky conscience.
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