The Magic of Us

“You are the best thing I never knew I needed.”It wasn’t the worst day of my life when I met West Murrtham, but it certainly wasn’t one of my finer moments. I wasn’t what he needed in a woman: a hot mess and married. With a kid. As the life I knew crumbled around me, I was lucky for his friendship. I got to know him better, and I wanted more. Too bad he wasn’t into kids.I’ve never been the relationship kind of guy, but had I met Nellie Sturges earlier in life, that may not have been the case. Life threw us together when she was unavailable. Or so I originally thought.When she found a way out of her abysmal marriage, I was already infatuated with her, under her spell. She and her daughter were a package deal.With my heart on board, could I get my head past the fear of being a parent and be the man they both needed?

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The Magic of Her

The Magic of Baseball

Everly Murrtham is all wrong for me. She’s seven years my junior.Her brother is married to my sister. She currently has a boyfriend. I’m a “one and done” kind of guy. Except, we’ve always shared a connection, a spark I’ve never felt with anyone else, a longing for more. I can’t explain why I’m so drawn to her. It’s not because she’s off limits; I should have made my move when her brother first suggested it or at least before I lost her to someone else, even temporarily. Not like she’d ever take a chance on me anyway. She deserves someone who can give her the whole package.The problem is, the more time I spend with her, rescuing her from crazy situations, the more I think maybe that person could be me. She makes me want to be her whole world. Or is it just the magic of her that has me so entranced?

Walt The only thing I know about her is she loves football, evidenced by the hoodie she always wears. But despite her bad taste in sports apparel—where are the Laketon Badgers even from?  I’ve been dying to talk to her for two years. She agrees to give me ten minutes to convince her why she should date a baseball player. (I do it in three, naturally.) It starts with spiked seltzers in the park and eventually leads to ice cream. And apparently, vanilla isn’t an acceptable flavor. Seriously, could we be more different?
Lainie Walt St. John is a baseball player. That fact alone is enough for me to write him off. I know absolutely nothing about baseball; I’m a football girl through and through. However, one encounter at a party has me questioning all I think I know. The guy I get to know off the field almost makes me forget he plays the inferior sport. As Walt works his “magic of baseball” on me, I’m left wondering if I can overcome my own emotional demons before it’s a swing and a miss.