Chapter 23
SEVIN
Saturday night
I was right; no rock record I have on vinyl can compare to a night with Emily Armand.
And it’s not even close.
I can’t remember the last time I’ve “made love.” It’s been years.
Following in my fellow teammates’ footsteps, I had once lost myself to the destruction of life in the limelight. Used booze, baseball and women to forget the heartache that had plagued my soul the moment the woman I loved proved she didn’t want to be with me.
I was lost then.
I’ve been lost ever since.
But with just a week and a half with the gorgeous brunette, you could consider me found.
Taking the pretty little lawyer to bed was one thing. But the moments we shared, the private messages, the small touches and big revelations have only shown me that it was never just about
