On the DL
The MVP Duet #1
Laramie Briscoe
Contents
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Blurb
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
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Author’s Note
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Blurb
A second-chance romance as scorching hot as a baseball diamond in August.
Slater "Savage" Harlow
Winning the MVP award for the Birmingham Bandits last year was the highlight of my baseball career. The culmination of childhood dreams, calculated adult decisions, sacrifice, and a hell of a lot of focus. Tearing my ACL in Spring Training? Not what I expected at all.
Now I'm home, in small town Georgia, rehabbing in the comfort of my own home, with people I know. I'm connecting with friends I haven't had time to talk to in years, spending days at home with my parents, and getting to watch my little brother play baseball.
What I don't expect is to see Malone Fulcher walking into Del's Diner one morning while having my coffee and egg whites.
She's the old flame, the one who got away, and the woman I compare all others to.
Malone Fulcher
Spending the summer in my hometown wasn't what I had planned, but it's what I need. Recovering from a hard year, both personally and professionally, I need to reconnect with who I am. When my mom encourages me to come home and do some soul searching, I can't say no.
Memories are all over this small town, from the Baptist Church to the east field on my parents’ farm to Del's Diner. On my second day in town, I decide to go in, memories be damned.
I lose my breath as soon as I see Savage Harlow sitting at the counter. Our eyes lock, my heart flutters, and my hands shake - the same way they did ten years ago. But all those years ago we couldn't make it work. He entered the baseball draft, I went to the University of Georgia to get my degree in public relations , and we decided we weren't meant to be.
But as soon as our eyes meet, I'm wondering if we were right. Those green eyes of his do nothing but take me back to a time when all that mattered was the way he kissed me, touched me, looked at me like I was his world. They take me way back...
One
Savage
May
Willow Springs Senior Prom
“Malone,” my voice cracks as I let some of my nervousness shine through. What I’m about to ask is big. “I know you’ve been worried about what’s going to happen when school starts in August. How we’re going to see each other, how we’re going to keep this going. I have a plan.”
“Oh really?” she lifts her eyebrow at me. Her green eyes sparkling in the moonlight of the night.
An hour ago, we left the prom after being crowned King and Queen. Instead of going to some after party where people are going to get too drunk to remember their names, we’ve come out to our dock. Sitting here, with our feet in the creek, the frogs and crickets singing, with her by my side is my favorite place to be. “Oh yeah,” I bite my lip as I shrug out of my tuxedo jacket and roll my sleeves up my forearms.
“What are you planning?” She asks as she watches my forearms flex as I move around. They’re one of her favorite body parts of mine, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t use them to my advantage sometimes.
“You’ll see,” I reach into the pocket of my dress pants, closing my fingers around the ring there. I’m nervous, sweat is pouring off of my forehead, and my heart is pounding like I just ran a mile. I wasn’t even this nervous in last year’s state championship game. “You know I leave for Tuscaloosa in two months. When I go,” I reach out, gripping her chin in between my thumb and forefinger. “I want you to go with me. I’ve never loved anyone like I love you, Mal. There’s no one else in this world who gets me the way you do. Most girls wouldn’t be as supportive as you are, they’d hate spending time at the games, but you do it and you don’t complain.”
“I love you,” she interrupts me. “If that makes you happy, it makes me happy,” she grins.
“Which is why I want you to know I’m going to take care of you,” I get up, pulling her up with me.
As she stands in front of me, I go down on one knee. Pulling the ring box out of my pocket, holding it open for her. “Malone Fulcher, please do me the honor of being my wife. I know it’s not much, but as soon as we’re able, I’ll upgrade it. I’ll make sure you have everything you’ve ever wanted baby. It might not be easy, but we’ll be together.”
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p; My hand is shaking as I wait for her to answer. Tears drip down her face and she nods her head slowly. “Yes, Slade! Yes, I’ll marry you, I’ll be your wife! I’ll be so proud to be your wife. Did you ask my daddy?”
“Yeah,” I pull her into my arms, kissing her passionately. “I did, and he gave me his blessing. He knows I’ll take care of you. It might be hard,” I play with the bodice of her dress. “But once I get my contract to play professionally we’ll have everything we ever dreamed of.”
“I believe you Slade,” she wraps her arms around my neck, squealing as I pick her up, carrying her to the bed of my truck.
The tailgate’s down and there’s a blanket already spread out. There, under that starry sky, I promise with everything I have to be everything this woman needs. I promise to love her, provide for her, and to be with her always. And she does the same for me.
Malone
“Something came for you in the mail,” Mama tells me three days after Slade’s proposal. “It looks like something official from the University of Georgia.”
“They must have put me on some sort of spam list,” I tell her as I throw my stuff down from my part-time job at the Diner. Usually when I get home all I want to do is take a shower, call Slade, and see how his day has gone, but today I have a different plan.
Grabbing the huge packet with my name on it, I sprint up the stairs, slamming my bedroom door shut, before locking it. My hands shake as I walk over to my bed and have a seat. On a whim last year I applied to this school. If anyone cared enough to ask, it’s the school of my choice, but it’s not the school Slade was offered a scholarship to. Truthfully I never thought I’d get in, and this is probably just a packet telling me they’re sorry, they can’t accept me.
Part of me wonders if I should open it. Whatever’s in this packet won’t make a difference. Will it? I’m engaged to Slade, I wear his ring on my finger, and we’ve got our parent’s blessing to go live together in Tuscaloosa come August. Whatever this says shouldn’t even be a factor.
I throw the mail down for all of five minutes, but then curiosity gets the better of me, and I wonder if I’m good enough to be accepted. I’ve worked hard my high-school career, gotten great grades and done extra-curriculars, but honestly, Slade’s been my focus. He’s needed my attention with the crazy schedule he keeps.
“Just open it Malone.”
Sighing, I rip open the envelope and anxiously scan the document.
Malone Fulcher,
Congratulations! You’ve been accepted into the University of Georgia’s Public Relations and Marketing program for the fall term, because of a late drop in the class. Please find your admissions information and return it as quickly as possible to get you processed.
We hope to see you in August.
Sincerely,
University of Georgia Admissions
“Holy fucking shit! I got in! I actually got in!”
My excitement lasts for mere seconds as I realize that I can’t accept the admission, and I can tell no one I got it. Tears swimming in my eyes – because this has been my dream since my eighth-grade year – I pick up the papers, head to my desk, and put them in a drawer.
They stay there for an entire forty-eight hours, until I can’t take it anymore. At midnight, I get up, while the house is asleep, fill out the information and run to the drop off post office in town, dropping it when no one can see me.
It’s the single-most cowardly act I’ve done, but it’s one I can’t stop, and one I know I could possibly live to regret.
Two
Savage
July
“What if you get hurt? What’s your backup plan?”
I’ve heard this from so many people since I announced going to Tuscaloosa with the intention of declaring myself for the draft in my sophomore or junior year.
“It’s going to be fine,” I smile at Stephanie, my normal waitress at the Diner when Malone’s not working.
And tonight, she’s not working, she’s sitting across from me, picking at a plate of fries. We’ve just been to the movies and she hasn’t been acting like herself. She’s not been acting like herself for the last few weeks, but I know we’re both very nervous about moving from the town we’ve lived in our whole lives, to some place where we don’t know anyone.
“Do you think it really will be?” Malone asks as Stephanie leaves us to wait on another table. “Will we really make it?”
I’m confused about why she’s asking me this question, I have all the confidence in the world we’ll make it. That ring on her finger says as much. “Of course, I wasn’t playing when I gave you that ring, Mal. We’ll be getting married in the next few years, I’ll declare for the draft, and we’ll be living the high life.”
“What if it doesn’t work out like that?”
Her line of questioning is making me angry. Shouldn’t the woman by my side, the one I’m about to spend my life with, about to marry, believe in me as much as I believe in myself? “Why are you pushing back at me on this? Don’t you believe in me?” I let the words hang in the air, they sit there, stagnant, almost like they’re being held up by the humidity of a summer day.
“It’s not that I don’t believe in you, Slade. I wanna be realistic, and I want you to realize I have dreams too.”
“I know you do,” I reach out, grabbing her hand. “And we’ll make all those dreams come true, after I sign with a team.”
She yanks her hand out of mine, pulling it up to her face. She looks upset, but I’m not sure how she can be. I’m offering her the best of life, everything I have on a silver platter. It’s nerves, I tell myself. We’re both nervous about starting a new life, in a new town. Once we get to Tuscaloosa, it’ll all be fine.
“You two need anything else?” Stephanie asks as she comes back over to us.
“No,” I shake my head, watching as Malone pushes the plate of fries away from her. “We’re good.”
Aren’t we?
Malone
“Do you ever wonder what else there is in life?”
Two days later, my best friend, Kayla, and I are sitting out back behind the Diner. We closed an hour ago, but sometimes we like to sit here and contemplate life.
“What do you mean?” she asks, sneaking the cigarette her boyfriend, Jake, a teammate of Slade’s, hates for her to smoke.
“Like are we going to spend the next few years doing exactly what the guys want us to do? Letting them follow their dreams while ours fall to the wayside?”
I feel guilty for asking this question, because I know Slade will do anything for me. He’s told me so over, and over.
“Well yeah, their dreams end in big pay days,” she looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. “Then we end up in big houses with more money than we know what to do with, and all we gotta do is take care of the kids and keep the social calendar.”
The way she’s talking, I can tell this is what Kayla wants out of her life. But to me, it seems so empty. “Don’t you want to work? Don’t you want to accomplish a dream of your own? A goal?”
She glances at me, and I can see the stars in her eyes. “All I care about is being with Jake for the rest of my life. Right now our parents hate that we’re together, so going off to college will mean freedom for us. We aren’t like you and Slater. People don’t worship the ground Jake walks on, and I didn’t win Homecoming Queen. We’re excited to be going away, to be starting our lives together. Are you not?”
“I don’t know,” I rub my hands up and down my thighs, feeling like I’m about to come out of my skin. “What I do know is I’m antsy, unfulfilled with what’s going on. I applied to the University of Georgia,” I blurt out quickly, needing to get the words out, needing to tell someone.
“Malone, why would you do that?”
“I got in,” I ignore her question. “There was a late drop, I found out not too long ago. They want me, and they know nothing about Slater Harlow. They don’t know I’m his girlfriend. I got in on my own merit,” I fight back the tears that
are threatening to spill, my voice strained as I tell her.
There’s such a pride in knowing I got in by myself, but there’s also sadness, knowing that I’m facing a really hard decision.
“Have you told him?”
“No,” I let some of the tears fall, pushing them back with a curved finger against my cheek. “I can’t, he’ll make me decide.”
Realization dawns on her, I can see it in her face. “And you aren’t sure whether your decision will be him?”
I bite my lip, the tears coming now in great big sobs, I’m heaving, putting my face in my hands. “We’re just outta high school, Kayla. How can I know that he’s what I’ll want forever? How can he know he’ll want me forever?”
She hands me a freshly lit cigarette. “Here, take a drag off this, it’ll calm you down some.”
There’s disappointment in her tone, and I get it. She does know, she’s completely sure about Jake.
“You have a decision to make, Malone, you can’t string him along forever and you can’t go to Tuscaloosa and wonder what might have been. It’s not fair to either of you.”
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