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The Catch (The Player #2)

Author/Writer of Book/Novel:

K. Bromberg

1942832052 (ISBN13: 9781942832058)
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After an unexpected twist of fate, All-Star catcher Easton Wylder is left questioning the loyalty of everyone around him.

Even the woman who shares his bed, Scout Dalton.

But if Easton thought being uprooted to the last place he expected was the only challenge life had to throw at him, he was dead wrong.

With an ailing shoulder and his career in limbo, his decision to make an unexpected change leads him to question everything – Scout’s love, family loyalties, and whether he can conquer the one obstacle he’s never been able to overcome. The secret he’s never shared with anyone.

He may be a man pushed to his limits, but he’s hell-bent on proving his worth no matter the cost.

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The Player Series by K. Bromberg

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What did I just do?

My hands tremble.

Not only to Easton, but to me too.

I clasp them to hide it from the men before me.

To the promise I made my dad.

Chills tighten my scalp. Pull on my hair. Twist my heart. My stomach churns and bile claws its way up my throat.

The clock. The hand keeps moving. Minutes pass by. But I feel like time stopped with my heart when I spoke those words. Easton isn’t one hundred percent ready to return and be reinstated to the lineup. He’s not going to meet your deadline.

The shocked expressions. The wide eyes. The sudden scooting out of Cory’s chair as he left the room, fingers dialing his cell, leaving me with nothing but hope that I did the right thing when every part within me riled against it. Told me I was wrong. That I misinterpreted what I saw.

And yet I knew what I saw.

Then the questions began.

Each minute that passes causing more doubt to break through and crack my certainty.

The damn unending questions.

The list of people I’m letting down growing with each passing moment.

Having to talk about Easton when all I want to do is get to him. See him. Explain to him. Touch him so I could soothe the discord.

Having to explain why I failed. Why Doc Dalton’s team failed.

The hands on the clock continue to tick. Seconds turns into minutes. Minutes I want to take back.

Minutes I can’t get back.

Cory, back in the room now, whispers with the man next to him while the others around the table stare at me. Waiting. Gauging. Wondering.

The door shoves open. The sound of it banging against the wall ricochets around the room but has nothing on the slamming of my heart against my rib cage.

He already knows.

For a split second our eyes meet. I see the hurt. The anger. The questions.

And he doesn’t even know I’m the one who caused this to happen.

“Easton.” His name is a shocked plea asking for forgiveness when my guilty conscience screams at him that it’s my fault, but just as soon as our eyes meet, he shakes his head.

“Don’t.” It’s all he says, the warning is as clear as the disgust in his expression.

I’m shell-shocked. From the events. From seeing him. From having to face what I just did. And before I can process what to say to him in front of these men, he speaks.

“A trade? A fucking trade?” His voice reverberates in the small space and commands the attention of the men sitting at the table. He’s standing there, his warm-up gear still on, and his expression a mask of disbelief. “I gave my career to this organization. I’ve turned down bigger deals, flashier contracts to go to other teams, and this is how you repay my loyalty?” His laugh holds anything but amusement. “Well, fuck you, Cory. Fuck you and whatever you’re trying to do here.”

“I’m just trying to run a team, Mr. Wylder.” Cory’s voice is calm and even but the hint of condescension in it scrapes over my skin.

“Run a team . . . or ruin a team?” Easton takes a step closer, shoulders square, posture threatening. His finger pounds on the desk with each word he speaks. “You think this is how you treat players and then expect them to win a World Series so you can collect your nice little bonus? Think again.”

“Good luck with your future team.” Cory gives him a dismissing nod.

Easton seethes. Understandably. His anger so palpable it suffocates the room.

I wait with blood on my hands and guilt in my heart.

“You’re a heartless son of a bitch, you know that?” Easton sneers as his hands fist at his sides.

“Then you’ll be happy you won’t have to work for me anymore. Good day, Mr. Wylder.”

No one in the room moves as the two men glare at each other. One a picture of calm arrogance and the other a ball of restrained fury.

Several tense seconds pass where I question whether Easton is going to unleash that fury on Cory. Just when I’m convinced he will, Easton shakes his head ever so slowly as he meets the eyes of everyone else in the room but mine, before he turns on his heel and stalks from the room.

My heart leaves with him.

My feet desperately want to as well. I fight the urge to do just that—get up, run after him, explain—but I can’t. I have to be a professional—one who is the face of a business and not a woman who fears she just screwed over the man she loves.



Holy shit. I really do love him.

“Sorry about the interruption, Ms. Dalton,” Cory says distracting me from my revelation and pulling my attention back to the matter at hand. In their eyes I didn’t fulfill my contract and therefore failed to achieve my father’s final wish.

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