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      The game has always come first

      Jayson LeBec couldn’t be the champion Scout Baker needed when he walked away without her years ago. But seeing her grief over the death of her father—the legendary baseball coach they both idolized—Jayson’s now ready to step up to the plate.

      On the fast track to tanking her career and her reputation, Scout’s in trouble. And while she’ll agree to ex-sex with Jayson and nothing more, what she really needs is a friend. If only she’d let him be that! Because the only game plan he’s ever had is “Love Scout...”

      “There are no sides here, Scout.”

      “Yes there are. Mine and theirs. You knew that, you knew that better than anyone and now you’re choosing their side. Great, just great!”

      He could see the tears in her eyes and the hysteria that was building. In two steps he was in front of her, his hands around her upper arms, shaking her a little and forcing her to look at him.

      “Scout, I’m here for you. For you. And I’m not going anywhere. Got it?”

      She looked at him then, right into his eyes. As though she was seeing straight through to his soul, really, for the first time.

      “Until you leave me again. Yeah,” she said, pulling away from him. “I got it.”

      There it was, Jayson thought. The final second of their time-out just ticked on the clock.

      The past was back.

      Dear Reader,

      Hopefully, if you are reading Scout’s Honor, you had the chance to read The Comeback of Roy Walker as the first book in the series. When writing that book I truly fell in love with the somewhat prickly younger sister named Scout.

      Then of course there was Scout’s relationship with her father and the man she once loved that she could never quite get over.

      I was so excited to write this story and I hope I did right by both Scout and Jayson. This is a story of love and grief and finding a way to start over again even when everything seems lost. It’s one of my personal favorites.

      I love to hear from readers, so if you do enjoy this story you can let me know at www.stephaniedoyle.net or on Twitter, @StephDoyleRW.

      Stephanie Doyle

      Scout’s Honor

      Stephanie Doyle

      

www.millsandboon.co.uk

      STEPHANIE DOYLE, a dedicated romance reader, began to pen her own romantic adventures at age sixteen. She began submitting to Mills & Boon at age eighteen and by twenty-six her first book was published. Fifteen years later she still loves what she does as each book is a new adventure. She lives in South Jersey with her cat, Hermione, the designated princess of the house. When Stephanie’s not reading or writing, in the summer she is most likely watching a baseball game and eating a hot dog.

      Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       Introduction

       Title Page

       About the Author

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

       CHAPTER TWELVE

       CHAPTER THIRTEEN

       CHAPTER FOURTEEN

       CHAPTER FIFTEEN

       CHAPTER SIXTEEN

       CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

       CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

       CHAPTER NINETEEN

       CHAPTER TWENTY

       EPILOGUE

       Extract

       Copyright

       CHAPTER ONE

      SCOUT STARED AT the gathering around the grave site and tried to remember how she’d gotten here. It wasn’t as if she had forgotten the past three months of her life. Of course she hadn’t. Nothing would ever take away that time. That horrible beautiful time when she got to care for her dying father and be with him as he slipped away from this world.

      She’d read baseball biographies to him while he slept. They’d watched classic World Series games on the MLB Network channel when he was awake. She’d even allowed her sisters to have time with him. After all they were his daughters, too, and they also loved him, so it seemed only fair.

      Yes, Lane and Samantha deserved their time with Duff. But when it came time for the serious stuff—the pain meds, the oxygen and then finally the morphine drip—that had been all Scout.

      With

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