Valentine's Day Curveball

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>When love isn't pitch-perfect</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>It might just need to be road-tested.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Sylvie. Two years ago on Valentine's Day I spent a wild night with a man I never thought I'd see again and left with more than a song in my soul. I'm thriving in my hometown rocking sold-out bars when fate throws me a curveball in grease-stained jeans. It turns out he's here to stay coaching baseball fixing engines and fielding my toddler like a ground to third. Our unexpected encore has thrown our future into a pickle and I hope we can turn it into a victory.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Tristan. I moved to Montana to run my uncle's auto body shop not to crash into her. My life was supposed to be low-key consisting of carbs carburetors and coaching the high school baseball team. Unfortunately I'm now elbow-deep in engine grease dodging biker obligations I never asked for and wrangling hormonal teenagers on the field. Now I'm falling for the woman who can play me like a fiddle with a kid who looks suspiciously like me. This future was never in my playbook but it's bound to be a wild ride.</span></p>