Blushing in the Big Leagues

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I have one simple rule: don't date professional baseball players. With a brother in the league, I've seen the good, the bad, and the downright horrifying. Those players might seem alluring in their uniforms, but I know better. The egos, the crazy travel schedules, and the endless parade of female companions? No thanks. Professional athletes are best kept at a distance. Then I met Grant Navarro, the ultimate baseball player. The moment I laid eyes on him, I should have marked him as off-limits, but I didn't know he was my brother's new teammate. Imagine my shock when I realized the sexiest man in Manhattan was officially out of reach. Despite my intentions to stick to my rule, Grant's irresistible smile and charming dimples made it hard to resist. When he hinted at picking up where we left off after our first kiss, I tried to hold my ground. Even when he sent me tempting messages on Instagram, I logged out of the app in a hurry. Baseball players are bad news, so why does giving in to Grant for just one night start to seem not only tempting but necessary? About that one simple rule... rules are meant to be broken.