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    She turned and almost collided with Evan’s chest. Apparently, he had been following her.
    “You’re in 4-A, aren’t you?” he asked.
    She smiled.
    “I’ll take it,” he said.

Chapter 6
     
     
    Maybe there was something poetic, Evan thought, that his first game with Atlanta took place on the evening of the trade deadline. Two days after he toured his new apartment with Sierra, he walked into the club’s locker room and took stock of his new home.
    He was alone at the moment because the other players were still on the field stretching, doing pitching warm-ups, and taking batting practice. They’d all been there since early that afternoon prepping for the night game. He’d been given a break that day due to his travel schedule, but he still planned on stretching and getting in some tosses just before game time. He wanted to make a good impression on management and his teammates right out of the gate. He’d work his ass off to prove himself.
    From the time he first began to show an interest in baseball, his mother had talked about Atlanta. It was the city where she’d grown up. She’d lived there until she met exchange student Gavin Dorsey from Melbourne, Australia and fell in love. After only one visit to the Land Down Under, she’d been convinced to move there and marry the man she loved. Not long after that, Evan arrived.
    Thanks to his mom, his favorite team had always been Atlanta. Once they moved to the city, the two of them went to many games together, often buying cheap seats and walking down to stand closer to the field. She’d always told him that she pictured him on that field one day. Now he would be, and she wasn’t there to see it.
    But he was doing this for her now, he reminded himself.
    Glancing around the room, he spotted the changing area with his name on it. It was next to Cole’s he realized. He was willing to bet that was Caroline Sanderson’s doing.
    As he approached his space, he thought of Caroline. When she had mentioned she owned a number of properties around the city and would be happy to recommend one, he’d never dreamed that she’d send him to the apartment next to her niece’s. Was it a coincidence, since the apartment and its location surpassed his hopes and needs? Or was there something more to it?
    He paused in his changing area and took a quick inventory. His gear had been shipped ahead of time with assurances from team staff that it would all end up in the right place. Fortunately, it all appeared to be there.
    He wondered if the move into his apartment would go as smoothly. He’d hired a reputable company for the cross-country trip, and Sierra had assured him she would handle coordinating things once they arrived on-site, which should be any minute now. But there were his dogs, Miller and Beck, to consider, and they weren’t exactly friendly with strangers.
    “Welcome, Evan.”
    Turning, he spotted Caroline in the doorway leading back out into the busy stadium halls.
    “Bypassing formality, Ms. Sanderson?”
    She smiled. “You’re one of mine, now. You can call me Caroline unless we’re in public where the press might overhear you.”
    “All right.” After a moment, he added, “Thanks for taking a chance on me. And for the apartment.”
    “It’s hardly a gift,” she pointed out. “You have to pay the rent, after all.”
    “Ah, yes. There is that.”
    Nodding, she looked around and then met his gaze. “I’m sure you’ll fit in well around here, Evan. If you ever have an issue, you know where to find me.”
    “Thanks, Ms. Sanderson.”
    “Caroline.” Smiling again, she turned and left.
    He went ahead and got into his uniform, enjoying the feel of the fresh, white jersey with