Double Play

By Jennifer Bernard

Double the fun …

Charismatic Dwight Conner is the most popular player on the KilbyCatfish, but he’s more than ready to leave behind the tumbleweeds of Texas for the Major League crowds of San Diego. With his skills and stats, it makes so sense that he hasn’t gotten called up yet. Unless it has something to do with the team’s gorgeous new “whiz kid”  -- data specialist Maggie Blythe.

Maggie jumped at the chance to put her graduate thesis to work in the real world. But she had no idea the real world of baseball would be so…irresistible. Especially when her roommate Nina drags her on a double date with a certain outrageously sexy centerfielder who decides to give her some hands-on instruction.

Double the romance …

Shortstop Jim Lieberman has been eating his heart out over Nina Stark ever since he nearly landed in her lap chasing a foul ball. Two things stand in his way—nerves and Nina’s overprotective All-Star brother. Maybe a double date with his friend Dwight will break the ice so he canstake his claim.

Nina’s dream is simple. She wants a family and a normal life after a childhood of turmoil. The problem? She’s secretly in love with the one man who apparently will never ask her out. Double date? Sure. Count her in. But the adorable Jim “Bieberman” still has to step up.

Cue the miscues … the call-ups … the on-field miracles … and the off-field disasters. Can two star-crossed couples add up to double the “happy-ever-after”?

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jennifer Bernard
• Release date: Oct 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9781945944222

Jennifer Bernard

Jennifer Bernard is a graduate of Harvard and a former news promo producer. The child of academics, she confounded her family by preferring romance novels to . . . well, any other books. She left big city life for true love in Alaska, where she now lives with her husband and stepdaughters. She's no stranger to book success, as she also writes erotic novels under a naughty secret name not to be mentioned at family gatherings.

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1

In Dwight Conner’s opinion, only a man thoroughly confident in his own masculinity would walk into the Kilby Community Hospital dressed as Elsa from Frozen. The fact that he was black just added to the comedy—that thick platinum-blond braid really glowed against his skin.

His teammate Jim Lieberman, on the other hand, made the world’s most disgruntled Anna in his copper wig and blue dress.

Why did I let you talk me into this shit, he muttered as they trooped down the hallway toward the children’s wing. The Catfish shortstop was on the smallish side, and nicknamed Bieberman for his resemblance to Justin Bieber, the boyish singer.

Don’t say shit, we’re surrounded by children, Dwight said virtuously.

"Yes, children who are laughing at us."

I don’t see the problem, man. We’re trying to make them laugh. Laughter is healing.

You say that because no one made fun of you in middle school. Or high school. Or your entire baseball career, for that matter.

Dwight took note of Lieberman’s glum expression. Lieberman was one of his favorite teammates on the Kilby Catfish, because he always had a bounce in his spirit. Every team needed a guy like that. But he wasn’t looking too bouncy at the moment. Anyone makes fun of you, send them my way. Us sisters gotta stick together.

Ha ha. Lieberman flipped a coppery shank of hair away from his face.

They approached a nurse pushing a young girl in a wheelchair toward the radiology wing. Ah hell—poor Molly was getting another MRI. Dwight stepped into the path of the wheelchair and dropped into a curtsy for her. Her face lit up, warming Dwight from head to toe. Even with her shaved head and the circles under her eyes, she radiated joy. Hey there, Miss Molly. You going to sing with us later?

Will you wait until I’m done? She giggled as she looked at them both in their Disney dresses. You look so funny!

Dwight struck a pose from the movie. Let it go, Molly, he sang. Let it go, can’t hold it in anymore. He spun around, his dress swirling around his hairy legs. When he finished his twirl, Molly was laughing and clapping her hands.

Will you sing some more? Will you sing ‘Snowman’?

Dwight elbowed Lieberman, who started. Dwight figured his off-the-cuff performance must have put him in a trance of awe.

Do you want to build a snowman? Beebs squeaked.

The nurse shook her head, laughing, and continued wheeling Molly down the hallway. We’ll see you fools later.

You know it, Dwight called after them. We’ll be practicing.

He and Lieberman continued toward the main children’s wing. His singing had drawn more patients and nurses into the hallway. Staying in character, he grinned and waved. Honestly, sometimes he had more fun doing stuff like this than playing baseball.

Lieberman, not so much. He was trudging along, trying not to trip on his long skirt.

What’s eating you, big guy? Dwight asked.

Don’t call me big guy, Lieberman snapped. I’m about half a foot shorter than you, which you’re obviously intending to point out with that inappropriate and inaccurate appellation.

When Lieberman pulled out the multisyllabic words, for sure he was not a happy camper. Dude. What the hell is up your ass?

It’s Nina, he blurted, then stopped dead in his tracks. His face went pale under his Anna wig, then red—the same color as when he struck out. Oh my God. It’s Nina. We have to go. Now. Maybe she hasn’t seen us yet. Go. Go!

Whaaaat? Dwight glanced down the side hallway, where Lieberman was looking, and saw two young women watching them and laughing. One of them was Nina Stark, the little sister of their former teammate, Trevor. A blond pixie with an incandescent smile, she’d captured Lieberman’s attention when he’d nearly landed in her lap while chasing a foul ball into the stands. He’d been moping over her for nearly a year.

Dwight didn’t recognize the other girl, but he was aiming for a closer look when Lieberman yanked him backwards, out of their line of sight.

What the— Oh. It suddenly dawned on him what the problem was. Dressing up like a princess charmed the little kids, but Nina was an all-grown-up twenty-two. Maybe she wouldn’t go for the Disney look. She already saw us, Beebs. You just gotta go with it. Let’s go say ‘hi.’

No. I look ridiculous. You can pull this off because you’re…you. You still look like a stud. Me, I look like an elf on hallucinogens. She’ll never take me seriously now. Did you see how she was laughing? Lieberman grabbed his arm in a death grip. We have to hide somewhere. We can’t let them see us.

Dwight let out a shout of laughter, causing Lieberman to shush him frantically. You’re losing it, man. Who cares if Nina sees us dressed like princesses? It’s for the kids.

"I care. With one hand, Lieberman lifted his skirt, revealing hairy shins and hiking boots, and tromped toward the nearest door. With the other, he dragged Dwight along behind him into the exam room. Luckily, it was empty except for two mussed beds. You should care too, if you ever want to get called up."

You done lost your mind, boy. On occasion, Dwight enjoyed slipping into Southern slang—just for effect. Nina Stark ain’t got nothing to say about me getting called up.

Not Nina. The girl with her. Maggie Blythe.

Dwight called up the image of the girl next to Nina. All he got was lots of dark curly hair and a slight build. Okay. Never heard of her.

She’s the Friars’ new whiz kid. Lieberman opened the door a crack and peered out. The San Diego Friars was the Catfish’s parent team, the one they all aimed to join.

Whiz kid? What does that mean? That ain’t a real job title.

She’s Director of Player Analysis or Data Acquisition or something like that. She has some new theory about which players should get bumped up to the majors, and when. It’s all based on a computer model she created.

"A computer model? Sounded sketchy to him. The Moneyball theory of baseball—analyzing data—only went so far. Does it work?"

You know Dean McFarrin, the catcher they just called up from Single A? He’s batting .300 and no one ever heard of him before. She called it. The Friars are testing her theories out at the lower levels before bringing her to San Diego.

She’s experimenting on us? Dwight folded his arms across his satin-covered chest. Generally speaking, he got along with everyone. But he was starting to dislike this girl before he ever even met her. Experimenting with people’s careers, their dreams, their lives—it didn’t sit well with him.

Then it occurred to him—was she the reason he hadn’t been called up yet? He was past ready for The Call. The fact that he was still here treading water in Kilby…shit, he couldn’t even deal with it. If he thought about it too long, his blood started to boil. He didn’t belong here anymore.

Even Duke, the Catfish manager, agreed. Every time Duke put his name in the lineup, he seemed surprised to see him there. "You again? What is this, Groundhog Day?"

Even though Dwight prided himself on his positivity, it was getting old. Trevor Stark, Mike Solo, Caleb Hart, Eli Anderson, they’d all gotten called up. It was his time.

And some chick with a computer program was standing in his way? Hell. No.

All I know is that I don’t want her or Nina to see me in a wig and a dress, Lieberman was saying.

Dwight dragged his attention back to their current predicament—stuck in a hospital room hiding from two attractive women. There was something very wrong with that picture. And it had a lot to do with the shortstop currently scratching his Disney wig.

Let me ask you something, Beebs. Have you asked Nina out yet?

Lieberman turned red. Everyone knew he had a crush on their former teammate Trevor Stark’s little sister, but he clung to the illusion that it was a deep dark secret. Um…I think so?

Huh?

Well. Lieberman walked to the wall and bonked his forehead against it a few times. I did call her a couple days ago. And I mentioned that I was going to a charity dinner and that I had to give a speech. He bonked again.

Yeah, and then…

Then she asked me about the speech, and so I recited it to her, and then she had to get off the phone because her roommate just got home with mushroom pizza. Maggie’s her roommate, by the way.

Dwight squinted at his teammate, trying to plumb the depths of Lieberman’s incompetence. So you never invited her? But you ranted at her?

It wasn’t a rant. It was a very well-reasoned speech about the importance of sports for underprivileged kids.

Sounds like a rant. How long was it?

Not long… Again with the bonking. No more than an hour, tops, but that’s taking into account all the times I re-read a section because she had feedback on it. Okay, I suck. I know I suck.

It’s okay, man. Dwight squeezed the shortstop’s shoulder. I have a plan. We can do this thing. We can make it happen. Nina likes you, this isn’t rocket science.

You don’t know that.

He actually did know that. Dwight had a knack for reading people. As a relatively large black man, he’d found reading people’s signals to be a real survival skill. He knew when to cross a street because a girl walking ahead of him was getting nervous. He knew when to pull out his legendary high-voltage smile that always put people at ease. He knew when a woman was interested, and when she just wanted to bag a ballplayer.

Nina was definitely interested in Lieberman. She’d taken a job in Catfish Stadium selling cotton candy, after all. His theory—she wanted to be close to Lieberman.

Listen, man, I’m going to make this easy for you. We’re going to go out there and talk to Nina and this girl Maggie. We’re going to invite them out. Double-date style. We’re going to converse with them the way human beings do. No stress, all right?

But Lieberman was shaking his head in a gesture more terrified than shy. What about Trevor?

Ohhhh, right. Dwight had momentarily forgotten about Trevor. Trevor Stark was fiercely overprotective of his little sister. Not only that, but he was engaged to the daughter of the Catfish team owner. That probably made him even more intimidating to Lieberman.

He might beat your ass, that’s true. Do you want Nina or not?

Lieberman brushed a coppery strand of fake hair away from his face and stared at Dwight. Why are you helping me, even though it means crossing Trevor? What’s in it for you?

Sometimes Dwight forgot that Lieberman had most of a neuroscience degree and was pretty damn sharp. I want to talk to that Maggie chick. I can’t just walk up to her. I’m a big black dude in an Elsa wig. You’re my way in, brother.

Lieberman blinked at Dwight a few times, then laughed. I see what you’re up to. It’s her computer program. You want to get called up.

Damn right. Even in princess garb, when it came to the topic of call-ups Dwight got real serious, real fast. I’ve been in the Minor League for three years. I got places to go, man. I can’t hang around with the tumbleweeds forever.

Forget it. Not even the most popular player in Kilby can charm a computer program.

Dwight flashed his most dynamic smile and put up a fist for a bump. Want to watch me? You’ll get a date with Nina out of it.

Slowly, Lieberman lifted his hand and they bumped fists. Deal.

2

Maggie Blythe kept blinking at the spot where moments ago two giant princesses had stood. She hadn’t hallucinated that, right? She had an extremely active imagination, but still.

Did you see that? Nina whispered. I can’t believe they just turned around and ran!

Runaway princesses? Maybe they’re incognito.

Nina did a double-take, but Maggie kept her expression deadpan.

You do know those are guys? Not only guys but ballplayers, and actually famous members of the Kilby Catfish.

I can definitely see they’re famous. My gosh, they were in a movie!

Nina laughed. In the few days that they’d been roommates, she’d quickly gotten the hang of Maggie’s dry sense of humor.

Crush Taylor, Maggie’s current boss, had proposed the arrangement, and so far, it was working out great. Taking a step away from the academic world of graduate school was daunting enough, but stepping into the rough-and-tumble world of baseball? That was even more overwhelming. At least she had a female friend to help her adjust.

Nina’s smile dropped. All joking aside, one of those guys was Jim Lieberman, the one I mentioned.

Mentioned? Nina had mentioned Lieberman at least fifty times since Maggie had met her. But Maggie didn’t want to embarrass her. You mean the cute shortstop with the great smile? The one they call Bieberman?

Yes, but honestly, he looks nothing like Justin Bieber, he’s much more mature. And he’s brilliant. He dropped out of a neurology degree to play baseball. How sexy is that?

Maggie smiled at her with real affection. Nina had to be the most endearing person she’d ever met. I guess you like him.

Nina’s smile disappeared. "Yes, of course I do, but not if he’s going to run at the sight of me."

The nurse who had taken Maggie’s information reappeared with a clipboard. I think we’re all set now, Ms. Blythe. Just a few things for you to sign.

Maggie took the clipboard and leafed through to the HPAA release and other pages that required her signature. She was here today because it was a condition of her taking the job here in Kilby. She’d been stunned when the San Diego Friars had contacted her after one of their executives stumbled across her MIT thesis project, which had the catchy title, Statistical Projections Regarding Outcome of Player Advancement in Major League Baseball.

The Friars offered her the chance to test her computer model on their farm teams while working under Crush Taylor, a baseball legend and the owner of their Triple-A team, the Catfish.

Her parents were totally opposed to the idea—how could they monitor her health from two thousand miles away? She’d been born with a congenital heart defect, which meant a childhood filled with hospitals, homeschooling, medications, constant checkups and chronically worried parents.

She loved her parents, but she was ready to experience life on her own. So she’d made a deal with them. She promised to make sure the local hospital and the cardiologist, Dr. Hill, had her medical history in case of an emergency. It was a small price to pay.

As she finished signing the intake form, she thought about the two baseball players in

Reviews for Double Play

[pam50627 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Double Play is two stories intertwined into one. First is Dwight Conner, a player for the Kilby Catfish. Everyone assumes he will be called up to the San Diego Friars, the major league team they are affiliated with. Maggie Blythe has been hired by the Friars because of her masters thesis developing a program predicting who they should be calling up from the minor leagues. They've sent her to the Catfish so she can work on refined no her program & proof it works. Dwight thinks she's the reason he hasn't been called up & sets things up to meet her, then the chemistry took over. Can Maggie & Dwight have a successful relationship? Can Dwight get past her heart condition? Second is Jim Lieberman, the Catfish shortstop that due to a resemblance to Justin Bieber, has been nicknamed Bieberman. Jim has been nursing a crush on Nina for quite a while. There are just two problems, when he's nervous he babbles & he's always nervous around Nina. The second problem is Nina's brother, a star for the Friars. Nina is just as interested in Jim & just as nervous. Who will make the first move? Can Jim get over his fear of Travis? I really enjoyed this story. You have two personalities & different ways of getting what they want. Dwight is self confident & talented. He can't wait to get called up & is positive he'll do well. Jim is less self assured & doesn't think he'll ever get called up. You also have a strong sense of family, not blood related but stronger because of it. The entire team pulls together like a family since they spend so much time together. Ms. Bernard has a way of coming up with that perfect scene to draw you into the story & hooking you. For example, a large baseball player walking down the hall in the hospital dressed like Elsa from Frozen. I was giggling as I read the description & pictured it in my mind. This story also shows the importance of giving back to their fans & community & how it made them feel. The characters are well defined & show depth & sincerity. I loved the appearances from characters from other books. It really emphasized the interactions from the ballplayers on both teams. Another great story by a terrific author!