Page 90 of Comeback
The people around us start to send us side-glances as Brogan starts trying out different names.
“That’s our little brother,” I tell them, then join in with Brogan, cupping my hands around my mouth and yelling, “Flynn Holland the Fastest Pitcher Allliiiive.”
“No,”Knox says and signs immediately.
After that, the crowd—at least the small group around us—is a little less hostile. A few people even join in. Flynn strikes out his first two batters, and the third hits a grounder that the second baseman easily scoops up and tosses him out at first.
The jumbotron follows Flynn as he jogs off the field to the dugout. He’s got this serious expression on his face that reminds me of Knox, but one of his teammates hits the bill of his cap and a hint of a grin appears, turning him back into my playful younger brother.
Hendrick and I breathe a sigh of relief, Knox’s face softens slightly, and Brogan stops eating.
The latter looks to me as we relax into our seats. “Fifty bucks says he ends the night giving up less than four runs.”
That would be a phenomenal game for any player, let alone a rookie. “You’re on.”
“No.” Hendrick frowns at us. So much for his relief. “You cannot bet on Flynn.”
“Oh, like he wouldn’t do it to all of us.” Knox cracks a small smile. “Seventy-five he only gives up one.”
For the next few innings, we are glued to the field every time Flynn takes the mound. He’s dialed in. Untouchable. Throwing at speeds that has even the home crowd rooting.
“Well, there goes my legacy as the most popular Holland.” Brogan throws a hand up like he’s annoyed, but he’s grinning.
“That was always debatable,” I say.
“Just because my sister likes you possibly more than me, doesn’t mean the rest of the world agrees.”
I hadn’t mentioned Sabrina to Knox or Hendrick yet, but they don’t miss a beat.
“You and the secret sister?” Knox asks first. Hendrick stares my way with interest too.
Flynn strikes out another batter and the inning ends with groans from the crowd.
“Atta boy, Flynn,” I yell, then take a sip of my beer. When I’m done, my brothers are still waiting for an answer.
“We’re hanging out,” I say.
“She’s your roommate. Of course you’re hanging out,” Knox says dryly, but then a hint of a smile tugs up one corner of his mouth.
I roll my eyes. “We’re hanging out at places that aren’t the apartment.”
“They’re fucking,” Brogan chirps.
I give him a side-eye glare.
“What?” He shrugs both shoulders. “You are.”
“Dude. She’s your sister,” Hendrick says to him. “Isn’t that weird to say?”
“Weirder to say out loud than I thought it would be.” He grimaces.
“That’s definitely payback for all the times you and London have made me glad I can’t hear shit,” I say to him.
Knox laughs. He’s relaxing a little more with each inning.
“Sabrina’s cool. We’ve gone out a few times and I like her.” I lean closer to Brogan. “And she definitely likes me better than you.”
“Fuck off.” Brogan pushes my shoulder.
