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“Eh. It doesn’t faze me. It means I’m doing my job. If the other team starts clapping for me, then I know I’m screwed.”
“Back to Minnesota for the next game, huh?” Hendrick asks.
“Yeah. I know you won’t be able to make it, but if we win it looks like we’ll be in Kansas City for the next series.”
“We’ll be there,” Knox says. He glances at the rest of us.
“Yeah.” I nod. “Unless we have a team conflict, Brogan and I are there.”
“Awesome. Well, I should get going before the bus leaves me behind.” Flynn steps forward and we all hug him at once.
As he walks off, we stare after him. When he gets about ten feet away, he turns back and lifts one hand in a wave.
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“He’s pitching again tonight,” I say as we get close to Coach’s house. He lives outside of the city on several acres. His entire half-mile driveway is gravel, which is a point of contention for all the guys with sports cars.
I park my truck and kill the engine.
“And you brought me here?” she asks. “We could have gone somewhere and watched the game or even stayed home.”
The Twins lost the last two games, and it killed Flynn not to be in the game. He’s amped up and ready to go. I just know he’s going to have a great night.
I get out and walk around. Sabrina’s door is already open, but she waits for me to help her out.
“I promised I’d stop by,” I say. “Plus, I wouldn’t have seen this dress. You look so fucking sexy.”
She always does, but tonight she’s in a tight black dress with little straps and these strappy shoes that lace up around her ankles. The fact we made it here without me pulling over or turning back is a testament to my willpower.
Also, I felt like I owed her a real date. We’ve been hanging out a lot, a few hours here and there as our schedule allows, butI want to take her to fancy restaurants and out to parties and events. Outside of Olivia and a few other friends at Lilac Lounge, she hasn’t gotten to know that many people, and truth be told I’m happy to show her off to my circle.
My teammates all adore her, and it feels good to be by her side.
“Sexy, maybe, but not made for this truck. Help me.” She sticks out her bottom lip as she angles her legs and tries to get out of the truck.
“Happily.” I scoop her up into my arms and turn in a circle. She squeals and latches on to my neck.
I drop a kiss to her mouth as I come to a stop. When I pull back, she laughs and then reaches out and rubs her thumb along the top of my lip. “You’re wearing my lipstick.”
“Mmmm.” I kiss her again before setting her on the ground.
Inside, players and members of the coaching staff and their partners wander around the big house. It’s a lot of house, light and airy, and so not what I’d picture as Coach’s style. I’d picture him in a big log cabin or something, honestly. The man wears the same navy athletic pants and white polo shirt every day and drives an old Suburban that’s from the late nineties. But I’ve met his wife, and a few minutes of watching them together, it’s pretty clear that she calls most of the shots.
“This house is beautiful,” Sabrina says, looking up with wide eyes.
“Yeah. You like it?”
“Umm, yes.” She chuckles lightly. “More than like.”
The way she’s so lit up, I guess I can’t blame Coach. I’m half-tempted to buy a house just like this to keep the smile on Sabrina’s face, and I’ve been dating the girl for five seconds.
We find Brogan and London in the kitchen with Cody and Tripp.
“Hey! My favorite sister and my ex-best friend.” Brogan’s excitement is written all over his face when he spots us. He hugs Sabrina and then attempts to scowl at me, but it only lasts a few seconds before he busts up laughing.
I wrap an arm around Sabrina’s waist, and she leans into me. I notice Graham in the other room staring at us. He’s been more annoying than ever at practice, but this is the last place I want to get into it with him. I’m prepared to ignore him, but Graham steps forward and blocks our path.
