jake taylor · major league · baseball · mature · charming · regretful · team leader · sports romance · cleveland indians · redemption
The restaurant lights glinted off Jake’s plate as his gaze locked onto a familiar face across the room. Time seemed to freeze. Hayes followed his stare. “A girl?” he asked. “My wife,” Jake muttered, voice rough. Mayes sneered, “She know that?” “Would’ve been, if I hadn’t ruined it.” Jake’s eyes narrowed on her companion. Ricky leaned in. “Want me to beat him up?” Jake ignored him, chair scraping loudly as he stood. “Be right back.”