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“He had a softball, which he threw, and a rosin bag filled with an unknown substance. The police have both and are testing them. Any other interruptions, which I don’t expect to happen, will be handled post haste. Now, talk to your guy and get out there for warm-ups.” Coach massaged his temples. “I’m getting too old for this shit. I hate drama.”

Tanner nodded. He wasn’t fond of drama either. Once Coach left them alone, Tanner inched over to Dane. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“You were strong and brave,” Dane said. “Nothing to be ashamed of.”

“You’re not my sugar daddy.” He hated the way Zeppelin had thrown the words around.

“I’m your sponsor and that’s a lot like a sugar daddy. I pay for your room and board. All you have to do is play ball.” Dane shrugged. “It’s a good deal.”

“But…” He didn’t like that name for Dane.

“I’m fine with our roles. You need to focus on your game and I can help with your dream. It works out,” Dane said. “I’m happy to be your sponsor.”

“But I care about you and it’s a lot to want.” He wasn’t sure he deserved it all. He wobbled on his feet and held his breath. If Dane said he’d had enough, Tanner wouldn’t argue. Many other people would’ve left him long ago.

“You’ve got everything you desire.”

“Dane?” He’d heard Dane right. He knew it. Dane wasn’t backing down. No quitting or demanding Tanner leave. Still, he needed to know Dane wasn’t bullshitting him. “Are you sure?”

“We’re still finding our way, but I’m happy with our decisions. You play ball, be famous and get everyone to love the game of baseball. I’ll take care of the illnesses and injuries. We’re a good team. No coalition can take that away from us.”

“You’re right,” Tanner said. He’d fallen hard for Dane, but now, even more so.

“Oh, and Tanner?” I know it’s early, but I trust my heart. I’m in love with you.” Dane’s eyes flashed and he smiled. “No doubts.”

“Good thing, because I’m in deep for you, too.” He crossed the space and kissed Dane hard. “I’m in over my head and I don’t care.”

Dane patted Tanner’s ass. “Get out there and warm up. You’ve got a game.”

He’d heated up more than any practice would offer. Blood surged to his dick. It was good that his athletic supporter hid the erection. He’d hate to have to explain his predicament to the team. “Will do.”

“Good luck, Foxy.”

Tanner didn’t move. “I don’t need it. I’ve got you. That’s the best luck in the world.” He trotted out of the dugout. “I’m already a winner.”

Luck had nothing to do with his situation. His life and playing career were finally in balance. Tanner caught the first ball lobbed his way. Bring on any obstacle. With Dane in his corner, he could handle anything.

Chapter Nine

Dane stretched then sipped his coffee. He praised his forethought in having scheduled a break. After the day he’d had, he needed a few moments to think. So many things had changed since June. The temperature had dropped, being as it was September, and the leaves had started turning. But he and Tanner were still together. They’d gone to many barbecues, get-togethers and other gatherings. He liked to tease Tanner as to who was on whose arm at the events.

Being in public didn’t bother him and the baseball community seemed to have embraced him and Tanner. He and his boyfriend had created a solid relationship built on equality and mutual admiration.

“Dr. Bloom?” Sandra opened the door to his office. “You’ve got visitors.”

“Me?” He placed his coffee cup on his desk. “Patients?” Sandra knew better than to send patients to his office. That was his personal sanctum away from everyone else.

“No.” She shook her head. “I don’t mix work and pleasure. These are visitors. Not patients.”

“Is it urgent?” He’d only penciled in half an hour for his break. “Tanner?” He wasn’t sure what to think and couldn’t help but jump to conclusions. Back in July, Tanner had moved from his bedroom suite downstairs to Dane’s bed, making it their room. They shared everything, but Tanner kept some boundaries—mainly, he never visited Dane at work.

“It’s kind of urgent.” Sandra stepped out of the way.

Devlin strode into the office. “Dr. Bloom.”

“Devlin.” He worked hard to hide his confusion. “You’re here.” He sank onto the edge of his desk. “What’s going on?”

“First, thank you to you and the entire practice for your sponsorship this year and for your commitment to next season.”

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