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Could it be about the agent?

Well, this tea just took a thought-provoking turn.

Till next time,

Chamie

Chapter Nine

David

WatchingCatwalkaway,I’m bombarded by memories. Specifically, our first, and only, kiss on the day I learned her family was moving away. It was one of the best and worst days of my childhood.

Finding her crying in her car earlier brought it all flooding back. Hard not to pair that time with the fact that a year later, I met Fiona.

My chest feels like a bowling ball is lying on it, and I can barely breathe. Inhaling, I walk through the door to the locker room, keeping my eyes forward. The guys are talking about the Wolverines’ hockey game tonight.

Duncan’s team is on fire, and the entire state is excited about what the rest of the season will bring. The tightness in my chest loosens a bit, and my cheek tugs up. One of the things I love most is how all the teams in this area support each other. The city feels more like the small towns it’s made up of than the name that everyone knows it by on the map.

“David,” Justin Ingram, the team’s center fielder, calls. “Are you going to the game tonight?”

My lip twitches. “Do I have a choice? You know Scarlett wouldn’t let me miss her uncle’s game.”

“Are you bringing your new girlfriend?” Logan needles, and my lungs seize. “It’d be the perfect opportunity to take pictures for your social media account.”

“Girlfriend?” The rookie right fielder, Nate Newman, questions, his brows knitted.

“Not girlfriend. More like my social media babysitter,” I scoff, trying to minimize Cat’s role and the feelings coming up.

“What’s with you and your social media account?” Evan Hanson chuckles. Evan is one of the other players the team has chosen to highlight on social media. Like Logan, he doesn’t understand why I can’t just have fun with it.

Must be nice to be young and care about impressing people. All I want to do is play ball.

My phone buzzes, and I see Finn’s name on the screen. “Saved by the agent!” Hanson rolls his eyes, and a small grin crosses my face.

“Hey, Finn. What’s up?” I place my duffel on the bench and start pulling out clothes I brought for practice when I see a hole in one of my socks and groan.

“Oh, so you saw it?” Finn asks by way of greeting, surprise obvious in his voice.

“No, I didn’t see it.” My brows pull together, wondering how he knows about the sock. “Do you think I would’ve packed a sock with a hole in it if I had seen it?”

“A hole?”

“Yeah,” I say, shoving my thumb through a large hole where my big toe is supposed to go. Practice is going to be a pain. Literally. “There’s nothing that dog won’t chew. She’s gonna eat me out of house and home.”

Finn’s laughter echoes through the phone. “So I guess that answers one of my questions.”

“At least Scarlett’s happy,” I grumble, sitting on the bench. “I’m sure you didn’t call to ask about Emmy.”

“Actually, I did. Well, technically, to see how you’re doing. Duncan may have mentioned that you were stressed. You know I love dogs, right?”

“No.” My eyes widen. “I didn’t. But now that I do, don’t be surprised when I ask for help in the future.”

“I can’t wait to meet this spitfire! You know I go above and beyond for my players. Speaking of players…” Finn’s tone has me stiffening. It’s the one that tells me something I won’t like is coming. “Have you seenTea Time’spost today?”

“You know I never look at—”

“You might want to,” he singsongs. “Someone we know has their attention.”

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