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I stared at her, trying to figure out if she really had no clue or if she was the world’s best poker player. “Your mom didn’t tell you?”

“My mom?”

“Huh.” I bit down on a smile threatening to split my face, because now I got to tell Millie myself. “I guess she can keep a secret.”

Tiny lines creased along her brow. “What’s my mom got to do with this?”

“Your mom arrived when I was talking to your dad. I was asking him about marrying you, and when your mom arrived, I asked her too.”

“Marrying me?”

“Yes, Mills. Marrying you. You listened to the tapes, you know it’s going to happen.” I shrugged, trying to keep it as casual as possible. “You know how I feel about you, how I’ve always felt about you. But don’t worry, I’ll give you alittle time to catch up before it happens.” I winked, and her mouth dropped right before she punched me in the shoulder.

“You’re such an ass.”

“Ahh, there’s my snarky little girlfriend.” I laughed, my grin pulling wider. “I’d wondered where you’d gone.”

“Girlfriend?”

“Yeah, it’s the step before fiancée.”

“Hey, you need to be nicer to me if you want me to say yes to marrying you.” She huffed.

“Oh, babe,” I muttered, holding her face as I pulled her lips into mine. “You’re going to say yes.”

She harrumphed out a laugh just as I heard a louder whisper of my name, and I turned to find Ace peering around one of the corners.

“Coach is coming.”

“Shit, I gotta go,” I said, pulling up her hood so she was less recognizable, and jumped to my feet. “See you after game one.”

“I love you. Go kick some Yankee ass,” she called after me as I jogged away.

“You good?” asked Ace when I joined him by the elevator.

After last night, this was not how I was expecting my day to end.

I’d said when Millie told me she loved me I was going to kiss her until we needed to come up for air, but that would have to wait until the World Series ended.

Holy shit. Everything I’d ever wanted was coming true.

Millie loved me and she was having my baby.

In forty-eight hours I was playing in game one of the World Series. A World Series I knew we’d win.

This week was going to be the best week of my entire life.

Slapping Ace on the shoulder, I replied, “Fucking fantastic.”

TWENTY-FIVE

MILLIE

“Yes, Lions. Let’s fucking gooooo.”

“Matthew, will you please stop swearing. I’m not telling you again.”

“Mom, it’sbaseball. It doesn’t count. Not only that, it’sgame one,” Matty replied, cupping his hands around his mouth. “Let’s goooo. See, doesn’t work without a little swearing.”

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