Wyla My trip to Nashville for my sister’s bachelorette trip was going to be my weekend to let go. I was starting my last year of college and I finally felt like I had a plan for my life. I wanted one weekend of freedom. My plan was to drink some whiskey, sing karaoke, and ride that mechanical bull. But after meeting a sexy stranger, the bull took the backseat, and I went on a different kind of ride. Jett was sweet, funny, and beyond gorgeous, but we agreed one night–nothing more. When the sun came up, no matter what my heart told me, I stood by our agreement and left before he woke. With the click of the hotel room door, I knew I would regret this decision. I just didn’t realize it would come in the form of two pink lines on a stick. Jett You would think in five years a one-night stand wouldn’t still affect me, but Wyla practically tattooed her name on my heart that night. I was never going to give up on trying to find her. However, I never anticipated I’d find her with my four-year-old daughter at the same time. With my baseball career and the distance between us, co-parenting might be her plan, but I let her go once and I don’t intend on making the same mistake twice. Despite it all, I’m not letting her sneak out of my life again.