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... moreWyla 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. less
