![]() ![]() But Georgie had been in love with Travis Ford since she hit puberty and knew his tells. Joking about the chance to improve his golf game. Georgie could still see the heartbreak in his eyes during the sparsely attended press conference announcing his retirement at age twenty-eight. ![]() Especially Travis.Īfter a year of physical therapy and being passed between teams like a hot potato, Travis had come home to Port Jefferson. There had never been a doubt Travis would go professional after his sterling college career at Northwestern. Just under two years ago, she’d watched Travis Ford hit a World Series grand slam on live television, along with everyone in town, gathered beneath the new flat-screen television at Grumpy Tom’s. It didn’t seem possible that the town’s baseball phenomenon could fall so far so fast. This time, though, Georgie had been positive Stephen was mistaken. Did she ever listen? Also a definitive no. Empty beer cans skittered along the floor the farther she pushed, the stale stench of unwashed dude reaching out and throttling her. ![]() Georgette Castle tucked the stolen key into her pocket, wincing at the creak as she opened the apartment door. ![]()
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