She'd be the perfect catch if he could take his eye off the ball. Emmy Kasper knows exactly how lucky she is. In a sport with few opportunities for women at the pro level, she's just landed her dream job as head athletic trainer for the San Francisco Felons baseball team. Screwing up is not an option. She's lost in thought as she pedals to the spring training facility, her mind abuzz with excitement as she rounds a corner-and plows head-on into two runners. The end of her career dances before her eyes when she realizes she's almost run over the star pitcher. As Tucker Lloyd watches the flustered Emmy escape with his bandana tied around her skinned knee, the view is a pleasant change from worrying about his flagging fastball. At thirty-six, the tail end of his career is glimmering on the horizon. If he can't pull something extraordinary out of his ball cap, the new crop of rookies could make this season his last. The last thing either of them needs is a distraction. The last thing either of them expects is love.