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Aoife McCarthy - LA's favorite bad girl. Black-hearted rockstar. Prodigal daughter. (Secretly) recovering addict. Brokenhearted girl hidden behind the I-don't-give-a-fuck attitude that's become synonymous with her name. Mateo Moreno - Chicago's favorite troublemaker. Unmistakably dedicated ball player. Loyal son. (Not-so-secretly) regressing trauma victim. Brokenhearted boy hidden behind the I'm-always-fine exterior that shields people from his past. Two very different people from two very different worlds collide amidst a dreadful twist of circumstance, but the aggressive girl and the pained boy might come to figure out they aren't so different after all. And, maybe, Aoife and Mateo will find a way to help each other mend their broken hearts. *** "Well, Ricardo, I feel like there's not much else to say at the moment. Thanks for listening to me ramble." I rise from my seat on the ground and dust the stray blades of grass off my jeans. Before I can fully turn around to leave, I hear shuffling behind me. And then a gravelly voice rings out into the dewy morning. "Who the fuck are you, and why are you talking to my father's grave?" Well, fuck. I have no idea what I'm going to answer with, so I take my time turning around to face the stranger whose father's grave I temporarily appropriated. When I finally finish my 180, any hope I have at spewing out a halfway-decent-sounding answer swirls down the figurative drain. Because not only is this stranger a professional baseball player for one of my hometown's teams, but he is also quite possibly the most devastatingly beautiful man I've ever laid my eyes on. Double fuck.
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