Newberry clapped his shoulder, and Lucas flinched. His eyes widened and he took a deep breath and tried to steady his nerves.
“You guys may have noticed that we have a new sports announcer,” Newberry began, his large hand still gripping Lucas’ shoulder. “Let’s welcome him and let him tell us a little about himself.”
As Newberry stepped away, leaving him standing alone in front of a room full of sexy men, all eyes on him, Lucas forced himself to breathe. He could do this. His gaze darted around the room, landing on Caleb. Number thirteen. It had been hard to keep his eyes off him for all nine innings. Caleb held his gaze and Lucas calmed a little. Odd.
He cleared his throat and forced himself to look at the entire team. Why was it he could talk freely behind a microphone, but put him in
