Dax
Present day
Looking at the glove in my left hand, I grin.
Shit. I caught the ball.
I might be as shocked and surprised as the other men on the team. Cheers come from the hometown players and the bleachers. Just before tossing the ball to the pitcher, I catch sight of someone in the crowd. She isn't among those standing, but her pale blue eyes are on me.
My smile dims at her expression.
I've made mistakes in my twenty-eight years, but the biggest mistake is not getting back in contact with the beautiful woman sitting in the crowd, the one with no emotion on her face. In a split second, I have memories of Kandace's laugh, whether we were walking hand in hand or caught in the rain. The way she giggled as we swam in the pond and the excitement in her voice as she talked about her
