Brooks Callahan is a star on the diamond. But when it comes to parenting an infant, he’s in over his head. Good thing I know a thing or two about being a nanny. When my marriage blew up, my life was on the verge of spiraling. As a single mom of toddler twins with zero job prospects, I wasn’t sure how I was going to keep a roof over our heads and food on the table without living with my dysfunctional parents. But when my sister’s boyfriend gives my number to one of his teammates, talking up my nannying skills, I’m suddenly thrown a life raft. All I need to do is keep things professional. So what if my new employer looks great with his shirt off. And has blue eyes that literally reflect an ocean of possibilities. And stares at me with enough heat to melt a glacier. Brooks Callahan might be the best Sweetwater Mavericks player I’ve ever seen step up to the plate. But for him, baseball isn’t just a passion—it’s his path to survival. Our late-night talks give me a glimpse into every struggle he’s overcome to get here, and just as he thought his dream was crashing to an end, I show up and buy him an extra inning. When lines start to blur and quiet moments turn into temptations too hot to ignore, the careful balance of our situation starts to feel shaky. My heart was broken not long ago. And Brooks has kept his on ice for years. Could this sweet baby girl with eyes bluer than her daddy’s be an angel of second chances? And is this love we’re feeling real, or just the figment of our sleep-deprived imaginations?