“He is. He got the bow tie you sent, and I just have to say, he looks so adorable. If you’re ready to meet him, he’s just in this tent, and then we can do the ribbon-cutting ceremony.”
“That works for me,” I say, already feeling how sweaty my hand is getting against Kelsey’s palm.
“Right this way,” Tammy says, parting the tent door.
We walk in, and it takes my eyes a second to adjust, but once they do, they spot a little fella on a perch, wearing a bow tie that matches the fabric of my shirt.
“Oh fuck,” I whisper to Kelsey. “I might cry.”
She chuckles and whispers back, “I’m not sure I could love you more than in this moment.”
I give her a quick peck on her cheek and then walk up to Kazoo, making sure to walk slowly to not scare him. His little head flits back and forth, looking as confused as ever. But his bulgy eyes and his bow tie, they just about break me.
“Hi, Kazoo.”
He looks to the right, he looks to the left, and then he lifts one foot.
I grip my chest and say, “Oh hell, I think I just met the second love of my life.” When I look back at Kelsey, she’s recording the whole thing, a huge smile on her face.
I said it once and I’ll say it again—this is where I’m supposed to be. With Kelsey, celebrating the small, yet weird, things like a pigeon who captured my attention months ago.
What once was Huxley’s mistake, has now turned into a win for me, because if Huxley never met the love of his life, then I never would’ve met mine.
The girl who wanted nothing to do with me at first.
Then slowly wanted to be my friend.
And then, in the best way possible, chose me for who I am.
She chose Jonah.
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Ready for the next book? Well, I need to prep you, first. Coming this November, you're not only going to revisit JP, Huxley and Breaker, but a new character is coming into play. A character from THE PERFECT CATCH. Want to figure out who it might be, keep scrolling to check out the excerpt for THE PERFECT CATCH.
Want more from these characters now? Be sure to read Huxley and Lottie’s story, A Not So Meet Cute
Be sure to read the full stories from Kelsey’s Meant to Be Podcast: Alec and Luna - The Wedding Game
Knox and Emory - The Locker Room
Pacey and Winnie - Kiss and Don’t Tell
Rath and Charlee - Boss Man Bridegroom
Rowan and Bonnie - The Highland Fling
Arlo and Greer - See Me After Class
Huxley and Lottie - A Not So Meet Cute
Griffin and Ren - That Second Chance
Sawyer and Fallon - Runaway Groomsman
Jason and Dottie - The Lineup
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Excerpt - The Perfect Catch
Prologue
WALKER
Have you ever had the feeling when you walk into a room, you just know everyone hates you?
You can feel the animosity.
The distaste.
The unfiltered negative energy directed at you, wishing—hoping—you’d just disappear into nothing right there on the spot?
Try having that feeling when you’re walking into the batter’s box in a stadium with tens of thousands of people who actually hate you.
Who wear shirts displaying their anger toward you.
Who wave signs from the stands, screaming out why you suck and shouldn’t be playing the one sport you’ve played your entire life.
It doesn’t feel great.
And yet, I haven’t been able to muster up an ounce of care, which has only made matters worse.
The most hated player in baseball—that’s what they call me.
My attitude is shit.
My “bedside manner” is atrocious.
My interviews are lackluster at best.
My relationships with the coaching staff and my teammates are mercurial.
And recently, this year, my stats are a fucking dumpster fire.
Why am I so moody?
I can waste a week of your time unraveling that Pandora’s box, but one of the main reasons is I have to play baseball with the one person I thought I’d never have to play with again: Penn Cutler.
The All-American heartthrob—the media’s words, not mine. I think the dude is a giant douche. I’ve thought that ever since we were small. We grew up in the same town. We played on the same teams—little league all the way through high school. We’ve worked magic on the field, Penn being the pitcher, me being the catcher. We’ve won title after title together, and yet, we hate each other.