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I’m in. I can’t wait to see Saw trying to wrangle toddlers.

Slick Sam

I’ll drink on the bench.

Trace The Tramp

That’s all you do at our games too.

Billy The Bull

But back to the blowies? Anyone have info on this because I’m interested.

Mitch The Brick

You’re not her type. Fuck off.

Slick Sam

Sam’s her man, back off.

Coach Rick

I’m in. Oh, and did you forget I added Frankie to this chat last year?

Billy The Bull

**Gulps**

Slick Sam

Hey Frankie, you got plans this weekend?

“Jesus fuck.” I groaned, trying to remember if Rick was pulling our leg or not. Our team chat was—rabid. Absolutely not at all appropriate for Frankie to be part of. I was also worried that someone might have said something about me being into her in the chat without us even remembering that she was in it.

Eli snorted and laughed, reading the messages. “I totally forgot about that. Well, that makes things more interesting.”

Ronnie The Rocket

**buys shovel now so you can bury me alive Frankie**

Ronnie The Rocket

The first-round tonight at our practice is on me. See y’all there.

Boss Frankie

…. *Eyeballs*

Boss Frankie

See you there. No blowies included. But I’ll bring brownies to Tots.

“I hate you.” I cursed, pocketing my phone as Eli chuckled.

“Yeah, I know.” He picked up his sandpaper again. “But you’re stuck with me, so deal with it. Besides, maybe if she knows we’re into her, she’ll bite when we toss out our pick-up lines.”

Grunting, “She’ll bite alright,” I got back to work, sanding down the cabinets to my new kitchen. “She’s fierce, that one.”

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