Stealing Sawyer

I hired her to be my girlfriend. 

To fix my reputation. 

To save my career. 

It’s not that I don’t want a girlfriend. I do. I want it all. Wife, kids, side-by-side burial plots. 

The problem is – I can’t have any of it. 

So I’ve made myself untouchable. The quintessential bachelor of baseball. 

Because it’s not worth the risk. Not even for someone I love. 

Especially not for someone I love. 

We made the arrangements. 

We agreed to a contract. 

It’s iron clad. 

No sex. No love. No future. 

What could possibly go wrong?