Earning A Ring

Book 4: More Than A Game

by Kristina Mathews

Genres: Sports; Women's Fiction; Romance; Contemporary Romance

Synopsis

For Rachel Parker, covering the San Francisco Goliaths is the perfect opportunity to launch her career as a serious reporter. But she didn’t bargain on Bryce Baxter, the team’s star shortstop, tempting her more non-professional aspirations. After tearing up the base paths with him, she finds herself with a little problem, and Bryce might be the only man who can save the game. Bryce Baxter should be living the dream. His team just won the World Series and he just signed the multi-year contract of his career. But his field of dreams has been overtaken by a fiery redheaded reporter, who’s bearing a news flash that will change both of their lives forever…

Release date: January 19, 2016

Publisher: Lyrical Press

Print pages: 260

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For Rachel Parker, covering the San Francisco Goliaths is the perfect opportunity to launch her career as a serious reporter. But she didn’t bargain on Bryce Baxter, the team’s star shortstop, tempting her more non-professional aspirations. After tearing up the base paths with him, she finds herself with a little problem, and Bryce might be the only man who can save the game.

 

Bryce Baxter should be living the dream. His team just won the World Series and he just signed the multi-year contract of his career. But his field of dreams has been overtaken by a fiery redheaded reporter, who’s bearing a news flash that will change both of their lives forever…

 

 

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More Than A Game

 

Kristina Mathews

 



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First Electronic Edition: January 2016

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To my mother-in-law for not only raising a great son, but for giving me my first romance novels to read.

 

 

 

 

I couldn’t do any of this without the support of my family.

 

 

 

I love baseball. I have loved the game since I was a kid and the only girl on my Little League team. The game has been a big part of life for me and my family. It’s been a great experience to be able to write about the game I love and the (fictional) men who play it. Writing a baseball romance series has been very similar to the San Francisco Giants winning three (so far) World Series in five years. Every story is unique yet equally satisfying in getting to the happily ever after. Some things I wrote actually happened on the field and some things that happened on the field made it into my books. I didn’t try to embody the Giants in my books, but Giants fans will recognize some of the traits and characteristics of my favorite players, coaches, announcers, and others who are involved in the game in one way or another. When you spend 162+ games a year watching these people they’re bound to rub off.

 

Here’s to many more great seasons of baseball and as many more books as my readers will want.

 

 

 

Bryce Baxter sat alone in the San Francisco Goliaths’ clubhouse. He didn’t want to go home and watch the replays of tonight’s game. There was enough of that going on in his head. He’d blown the game. How many times had he made that play since he first picked up a baseball at the age of five? A thousand? Ten thousand? Probably more. Not tonight. Tonight it was as if he’d forgotten everything he knew about the game. What should have been an easy double play ended up being the game-winning run.

The loss put his team even farther behind in their division going into the second month of the season and had reporters questioning the Goliaths’ chances of repeating a World Series run. Some were even questioning the team’s decision to re-sign Baxter to the big contract extension. The biggest one he’d ever inked. So naturally, he was having his worst start to the season ever. He couldn’t hit. Couldn’t draw a walk to save his life. And when he struck out, he did it in spectacular fashion.

Last November he’d been king of the world. San Francisco’s biggest hero since Willie Mays. As World Series MVP, he’d been awarded a brand new Corvette. His face had been on the cover of magazines. He’d made the talk show rounds. Met the President. Women had lined up outside his door. And he’d had his choice of endorsement deals, including a line of men’s hair care products. Now, if his game didn’t improve, his agent would be lucky to get him a spot peddling adult diapers.

Reluctantly, he headed toward the parking lot.

“Hey, Bryce, you got a minute?” He recognized the voice of the woman standing beside his car. A month ago, he would have been happy to see her. Professionally, personally, a little bit of both. But not now.

“Look, Rachel, I’m not giving any more interviews tonight.” He was so down, all he wanted to do was go home and crawl into bed. Alone.

“I’m not here for an interview.” She would have waited in the clubhouse if she were. He knew that. Rachel Parker was a professional, the in-game reporter for Bay Area Sports Network. “Can we go somewhere? Somewhere private?”

“I’m not giving that tonight either.” He waited for his body to protest, recalling the dozen or so encounters with the sexy journalist. She’d been hot. Real hot. Hot enough for him to forget his rule of one and done. They’d been hooking up off the record since before spring training of last season.

“Look, I really do need to talk to you.” She seemed a little nervous, not her usual confident, perky, and always upbeat self who was part bubbly cheerleader, part hard-hitting reporter. She was still hot. But instead of smoking, she was…smoldering. His body stirred. Enough for him to think that maybe spending the next several hours in bed might not be such a bad idea.

But it probably wasn’t a good idea either.

The last time they’d hooked up had been intense. Almost too intense. Too real. But maybe he’d just been riding the high of signing his ridiculous contract. Or maybe he’d felt the pressure of the deal and had transferred it to his personal life. Something he could control.

“You know, I think maybe we should take a step back.” He raked a hand through his hair, still damp from his long shower after the game. “I’m not good for anyone right now.”

Rachel gave him a weird look, almost as if her eyes slipped out of focus. Her face drained of color. She turned and stumbled toward his car, bracing herself against the front fender. Then she threw up on the hood of his Corvette.

“Are you okay?” He took a step toward her.

“No, I’m not okay.” She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “I’m pregnant.”

Shit.

Bryce unlocked his car, grabbing a bottle of water he kept for emergencies. This pretty much qualified. He handed her the water. She took a sip, swished it around, and spit. Then she took a long swallow before pouring the rest on his car.

She shook out the last few drops in a futile attempt to rinse off the hood. “Sorry about the mess.”

He could say the same.

“So, you’re pregnant.” Bryce shoved his hands in his pockets. “I’m guessing it could be mine.”

The timing was about right. But he had no way of knowing for sure. He couldn’t be the only guy she’d been with. Yet, here she was.

“Yes, it’s yours.” She took slow, deep breaths to calm her nerves. Or maybe just her stomach. “I know we had a non-exclusive agreement, but I’ve been exclusive.”

“Yeah. Sure.” He wished he could say the same. But Bryce had tried to get Rachel Parker out of his system the only way he knew how. It hadn’t worked. And now she was standing here, pregnant with his kid. Talk about things getting too real.

“So what do you want from me?” Besides the obvious. He had just signed the biggest contract of his life. It was ridiculous what they were paying him. Even after giving half to his ex-wife, a third to the government, and ten percent to charity, he still had plenty of money coming in. For the next six years, at least.

“I don’t want your money, if that’s what you’re thinking.” She shook her head, as if she was offended he’d even ask.

“Really?” He laughed. “You’d be the only one. My agent, my ex-wife, hell, even my old man all want a piece of me. It seems like the only person who doesn’t want my money is me.”

Shit. Why did he go and say that? It had never been about the money for him. He loved the game. Even when it didn’t love him back.

“That’s not why I’m here.” She started to reach for him, but dropped her hand. “Look, I just wanted to let you know you’re going to be a father. I don’t want anything from you. I just want to give you the chance to be a part of your child’s life.”

“You know I’ll take care of you.” He rubbed the back of his neck. This wasn’t the first time he’d gotten himself into this situation. He thought he’d have learned a lesson from the disaster that was his short-lived marriage. Guess not.

“I don’t want your money. Really. We’ll be fine.” She let out a frustrated sigh. “I have a good job. For now.”

“What do you mean, for now?” Rachel Parker was the one reporter the Goliaths players actually looked forward to talking to. It didn’t hurt that she was gorgeous. And she knew how to stroke a guy’s ego just enough to make him more than willing to talk about himself.

“People are already starting to speculate.” She gave him a look that said she really shouldn’t have to spell it out. “Some of my fans have noticed I’ve put on weight. I’ve seen a couple of tweets about it already.”

“There’s nothing wrong with your weight.” He was offended for her. “If anything you’re a little too thin.”

“Not for television.” She shook her head, as if he couldn’t possibly understand. “Besides, once I start showing… I could be out of a job.”

“They can’t fire you for being pregnant.” He couldn’t understand. Not really. He hoped it was just pregnancy hormones making her overreact. Not that he would say that out loud. He wasn’t that stupid.

“Not technically. But damn it, Bryce…” She leaned against his car. “I’m not supposed to fraternize with the players. Let alone get knocked up by one.”

“I always thought it was frowned upon, but they’d look the other way.” He stood next to her, wanting to put his arm around her, but there were so many emotions going on inside him, he was almost afraid to touch her. Because once he touched her, he wouldn’t be able to stop. Look where it got them. “I mean, come on, we’ve been sneaking around for over a year. Surely your boss has clued in.”

“No. I’d be long gone. Believe me.”

“You’re kidding.” The serious look on her face told him she wasn’t. Not at all. “If this was such a risk for you…why did you take it?”

“You really have to ask?” She gave him a hopeless smile. “You’re just too damned charming to resist.”

“Yeah. It’s the hair.” He shook his head, tossing his shoulder-length hair with all the exaggeration of a late-night infomercial model.

She laughed. A real, laugh-out-loud laugh. She’d often teased him about his long hair, both on and off camera. But it hadn’t stopped her from running her fingers through his manly curls and admiring its silkiness and ability to elicit giggles when he tickled her inner thighs with just a shake of his head.

“Seriously, I never wanted to hurt you. Or get you in any kind of trouble.” He reached for her hand, twining his fingers through hers. What was it about this woman that felt so good? So impossible to walk away from? “Besides, you’re the one with the irresistible charm. I was doomed the minute we met.”

“Yeah. I’m every man’s fantasy.” She gave a self-deprecating laugh. At least she didn’t let go of his hand.

“You are.” He turned so he could look into her eyes. They were more brown than green tonight. Almost golden. “That perfect combination of girl-next-door charm and amazing skills in the bedroom. Besides, you don’t put up with my shit. You’re not at all impressed by a spoiled, arrogant, immature, millionaire playboy.”

“I guess I was impressed enough.” She let go of his hand and put both her hands on her lower belly.

Right. The baby. The reason they were standing here in the parking lot instead of tearing each other’s clothes off back at his place.

He’d known that his life would change dramatically after signing the contract. What an idiot he’d been to think it would get easier. That he wouldn’t have to worry about his future. Not only had his game suffered under the weight of expectations, but now he had the added pressure of becoming a father. Again.

“Look, Rachel. Everything is going to be fine.” He stood there like a fool. Yeah, he was a fool, especially where Rachel was concerned. He’d tried time and again to get her out of his system. Now he’d be tied to her for life. And what scared him the most was the fact that he wasn’t as terrified of the idea as he should be. “I’m going to support you. All the way. You don’t have to worry about money. But I think you should fight for your job if it means that much to you.”

* * * *

“Thank you.” Damn it. Why did he have to be so sweet? So supportive? Rachel had expected Bryce to at least get a little pissed off at her for telling him she was pregnant with his child. Hell, the way he talked about his ex, she was surprised he wasn’t completely freaking out.

She was freaking out. Big time.

“Look, I’m sure it’s illegal for them to fire you for being pregnant.” He was being so rational. Especially after she’d vomited on his car.

“They can make it difficult for me, that’s for sure.” She didn’t think they’d outright fire her. But a reassignment might be in her future. They could send her to another city, but getting players and fans to trust her would be an issue. “They could make it difficult for both of us.”

She couldn’t bear the thought of taking his child away from him. He already had a daughter in Pittsburgh he rarely saw.

“So you don’t have to tell them who the father is.” Maybe he was freaking out, too. He was just better at hiding it. “Tell them it’s none of their business. If they press, you could always say you were artificially inseminated. Or that you’re serving as a surrogate for a gay couple. They certainly couldn’t fire you then. Talk about bad press.”

“Except when I kept the baby, they’d figure out I wasn’t a surrogate.” She welcomed his extreme suggestion. It was more like the Bryce Baxter she knew and had spent the last fifteen months trying not to fall in love with.

“Say you changed your mind.” He shrugged. As if he thought it was a simple solution. “I’m sure it happens often enough.”

“Bryce, I appreciate that you’re trying to help. Really. But once my pregnancy becomes public, so will our relationship, and I know you want that even less than I do.”

“Why? Why do you say I want it even less?” Now he was defensive. Good. She could deal with that.

“Come on, we both know you don’t need any added pressure right now.”

“Ah. Yes. I suck. I knew we’d get to that.” Now his pride was stung. “I suck and it must be because of personal reasons. Because of our relationship? Well, you know what? I sucked a few hours ago. I sucked yesterday. And the day before. It has nothing to do with you, sweetheart.”

“I know that. But come on, people want to blame someone.” She’d been in this business long enough. She knew the score. Winning the World Series was just the beginning. Now expectations were even higher. Pressure more intense. They’d have to do it again. Or risk being called a fluke. A one-shot wonder. “They’ll blame me. For getting pregnant. For distracting you.”

“They’ll call you a gold digger.” Bryce ran his hands through his hair again. He made a fist and she could tell he was angry. “Or worse. They’ll speculate that I wasn’t the only one. They’ll read your friendliness, your ability to joke with all of us, as something else.”

Yeah. That’s exactly what she was afraid of. Her on-air persona was somewhat flirtatious. She used her feminine charms to get through the players’ defenses. Make them feel like big, strong, manly studs, and they’ll say just about anything. She’d never crossed the line, though.

Until Bryce.

“Why don’t you let me give you a ride home?” He put his hand on the small of her back, to lead her around to the passenger seat. “I don’t like the idea of you taking BART at night, anyway.”

“Thanks, but I have my car.” She tried not to read too much into his concern. “I can’t ride the train right now. I’m fine until those doors close and the train starts to lurch forward…”

She put her hand on her stomach, wishing she hadn’t brought up the queasiness. Slow breaths through the nose, closing her eyes, and willing the nausea away sometimes worked. But not always.

“I’ll follow you home, then. To make sure you get in okay.”

“No. I’m fine. Thanks anyway.” She held her hand up, as if she could keep him at bay. He could be thoughtful as well as charming. It was the charming part that had gotten her in this mess in the first place. “I’ve got my first doctor’s appointment in the morning. So it’s best if we head our separate ways for tonight.”

“Do you want me to go with you?”

“No.” She answered too quickly and far too forcefully. “I mean, not this time. I think we both need a little time to adjust. And you really don’t need the distraction right now.”

“No. I guess not.” He frowned. Her timing couldn’t have been worse. “But hey, let me know what the doctor says.”

“Yeah. Sure. I’ll be in touch.”

How many times had she promised herself that she’d forget about Bryce Baxter? That each time she saw him off-camera would be the last? It didn’t matter now. They were forever linked through the child growing inside her.

* * * *

Even though she’d asked him not to, Bryce followed Rachel home. He gave her enough of a head start that she was able to make it inside before he pulled up to her modest apartment in Walnut Creek.

He’d been there a few times, when he’d been desperate for her touch. It was a nice place. Small, but nice. Perfect for a single woman. Not so great for a family.

He’d have to do something about that. But Rachel Parker was the kind of woman who wouldn’t just stand aside while a man told her what to do. She wouldn’t take his money, either. At least not until she absolutely had to. Legally, if he was the father, he’d owe child support after the baby was born. He was fine with that. He wouldn’t want his child to have to go without, not while he could still do something about it.

Why else would he agree to pay for fencing lessons for his nine-year-old daughter? Fencing? Really? But hey, if that’s where her passion took her, he wasn’t going to question it. He couldn’t be there to play catch with Hailey, so it didn’t really matter that she’d tried every sport, dance, and activity except baseball.

Bryce waited in front of Rachel’s house until she turned off the lights before he drove away, satisfied that she was safe, but worried about how this was going to play out. What if she did lose her job because of him? Or worse, transferred to another city? He already had one daughter he never saw because they lived in different states. He wasn’t going to do that again.

He’d just have to make sure Rachel didn’t lose her job. That she stayed in San Francisco and they’d somehow manage to be a family.

He drove back over the Bay Bridge, into the city he’d come to call home. The lights were off, but the silhouette of the ballpark was still a striking view. Some of his best memories happened in that ballpark. The rest had been with Rachel.

Shit. He didn’t want to lose her. That’s why he couldn’t stay out of her bed. It wasn’t about sex. Okay, maybe a lot of it was about sex. Great sex. Uncomplicated sex. Or so he’d thought.

It had just become real complicated. Not just with the baby. But her career, too. He didn’t think she should lose her job because she had a relationship with him. But he was a ballplayer. She was a reporter. Not supposed to happen, but it did. Hell, it was almost a cliché, but most of the guys he’d known who’d hooked up with a reporter had kept it casual.

Or they’d married her.

 

 

 

 

After a restless night, Bryce was awoken by the phone. Scrubbing his gritty eyes, he glanced at the caller ID, hoping it was Rachel. No such luck.

“Morning, Jillian, what do you need?” With his ex-wife, it was always something. Not that he didn’t send her enough money to run a small country.

“Hailey needs braces.” Jillian huffed, as if it was somehow his fault.

“She’s nine. Does she even have all her permanent teeth?” He usually tried to keep his interactions with his ex-wife friendly and upbeat, but he was tired and cranky and sometimes he just couldn’t fake it.

“If they do it now, she shouldn’t have to go through the humiliation of wearing braces in high school.” She used the same tone of voice she’d used when they were married. It was as if she thought he couldn’t possibly understand the burden placed upon her by parenthood. He was, after all, a dumb jock.

“So there’s still a chance she’ll need them again when she’s older?” He’d never had to deal with braces or acne as a teenager. It was one of the few advantages of late puberty. He’d been skinny, but athletic, so he’d had to work twice as hard as the other kids on his team. But while most of his Little League teammates had peaked at twelve, he was still in the game.

“Are you going to pay for it or what?”

“Of course. Don’t I always?” He’d never deny his daughter anything. If he couldn’t be around, the next best thing was to make sure she had everything she needed.

“I also need twelve hundred dollars for her summer camp.” Jillian let out a sigh indicating she was insulted to even have to ask.

“Is this a fencing camp?” Fencing was an Olympic sport, right? Maybe someday his little girl would win a gold medal. After all, being a champion was in her blood.

“Oh God, she gave that up ages ago.” She made it sound like it was his fault he couldn’t keep up with Hailey’s ever-changing interests. “No. It’s a theater camp.”

“Theater? Like plays?”

“Yes. Musicals.”

He held his breath, waiting for a request for more money to hire a voice coach.

“Well, I’m sure she’ll have a great time.” He just hoped the camp wasn’t during the same week he’d make his one and only trip to Pittsburgh this summer. His time with his daughter was limited enough without missing out on being able to take her for lunch before he played a night game. He knew better than to ask Jillian to let her actually come to a game. But maybe when she got a little older and could start making her own decisions about spending time with him. That was if Jillian didn’t brainwash her into thinking he was scum.

Maybe he should get Hailey a cell phone. That way he could talk to her without her mother controlling… Yeah, as if Jillian wouldn’t try to control Hailey’s cell phone usage. If she’d let her have one in the first place. Of course, if he even suggested it, she’d shoot him down faster than she could cash a check.

“Is Hailey there? Can I say hello?” He hated having to beg for his daughter’s affection. For every moment of time with her.

“She’s still in school.” He could practically hear Jillian roll her eyes. But when he worked up to seventeen days in a row, he often lost track of what day of the week it was.

“Well, tell her I said hello and that I miss her.” As if those words could even begin to state how he felt about the little girl who had her mother’s eyes, but his whole heart.

“Sure.” She sighed, making it sound like a big inconvenience to relay the simple message. “So are you going to send the money?”

“I’ll send it this afternoon, before I go to work.” He never really cared about how much he sent, as long as it was for Hailey. “Anything else?”

“No. That’s it for now.” Jillian’s voice was like ice. She hated him. Always had, and always would. He wondered why she’d ever even slept with him. Surely she hadn’t planned on getting pregnant and making his life miserable ever since? At least he’d gotten a daughter out of the deal. Even though he only saw her a few times a year, she was worth it. And someday, he’d be able to prove to her just how much she meant to him.

Now he had another child to take care of. He’d have to split his resources between two families. Right now, he had plenty to go around. But his recent play only served to remind him that his career would only last so long. And then he’d have to pay for Hailey’s college, her wedding.

And what about the new baby?

He didn’t want to be just some guy who sent money, showing up only at Christmas, kind of like Santa Claus, bringing gifts and then leaving again. He wasn’t sure if Hailey even believed in him anymore.

He had to do things differently this time. He had to work out something between him and Rachel. Something more than a custody arrangement.

Maybe, just maybe, he could get it right this time.

* * * *

Rachel made it to the ballpark without any morning sickness. She took it as a sign that things would turn around. Maybe keeping the news from Bryce had made things worse, and now that he knew, she would get through the rest of her pregnancy with minimal discomfort.

Rachel’s producer, Steve Montoya, pulled her aside before she headed to the field for a pregame interview with Nathan Cooper. The left-handed reliever had been traded last season, but he’d been invited back to spring training and had made a good impression so far. He’d done well in relief last night, but the damage had been done when Bryce messed up on the double-play ball.

“We’re in uncharted territory here.” Steve had a serious note in his voice.

Rachel’s stomach lurched. Had he discovered her relationship with. . .