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Based off the pulsing Shep Jr. does at the idea, I’d say he agrees.

She pushes onto her tiptoes, bringing her mouth to my ear. “Baseball isn’t the only thing you’re talented at, right?”

Fuck no, it isn’t.

I slide an arm around her waist, pulling her tight little body against mine.

She purrs—literally fucking purrs like a cat—at the move. I want to shove her away for that alone, but honestly, my dick is lonely.

“How about we get out of here?”

She giggles. “I’d like that, baby.”

Baby.

I stifle my groan at the pet name. I fuckinghatepet names. To try to get myself in the mood a little more, I run my nose along her jaw, and she giggles.

I also hate giggling.

Good thing sex doesn’t have to involve talking. It’ll be a whole lot of moaning and orgasms, just like I like it.

“I know a—”

“Really, universe?Really?”

The words are muttered, but there’s no denying who is standing behind me, her cart mere inches from ramming into the back of me, and I’m sure that’s entirely on purpose.

My chest feels like it’s about to explode. It always does when she’s around.

It doesn’t matter the situation, doesn’t matter what insults she’s hurling my way—anytime Denver Andrews is near me, my attention is solely hers.

Like now.

Stripper Brandi doesn’t notice her, or the change in my demeanor. She continues to try to paw at me while I work to disentangle myself from her grasp, trying to escape because whatever this was going to be isn’t going to happen. I’ve lost all interest in going home with her.

Especially now that I’m reminded there’s so much more out there for me.

Like Denver.

The only good thing to come from my…leave of absencefrom baseball is coming back home. I knew Denver didn’t move after graduation, knew she’d still be here…knew we’d eventually run into one another.

I was counting on it, actually.

I have a lot to make up for, especially to Denny. I planned to seek her out, get her to forgive me—I just didn’t realize I’d be starting myI’m sorry for sucking so much assapology tour tonight.

“Can you not have sex in the middle of the grocery store? It’s disgusting.”

I grin and spin toward the intruder, still holding on to Stripper Brandi for show.

“Is that jealousy I detect, Denver?”

“Your name isDenver? Like the state?”

Holy fuck. My standards are shit.

I drop my arm from around Stripper Brandi’s waist and take a step away from the stupidity, unable to handle it any longer.

“Look, Brandi with anI,it’s not gonna happen tonight.”

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