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Matthewson pushed off the wall and reached for the door. “Now, get out of here. You both stink.”
Knox cracked a grin. I followed him out.
“You good?” he asked me.
I nodded. “I think so.”
After we showered and ate,Knox and I headed out. A few fans were still hanging around the gates, hoping for autographs. One of them called out as we passed.
“You two dating or what?”
I didn’t stop. Neither did Knox.
At my truck, Knox climbed in and turned toward me as I got behind the wheel. “People are going to keep questioning us.”
“Yeah.”
He didn’t push. Just sat back in the seat while I pulled out.
We were halfway to the apartment when I finally spoke.
“If we post something, we don’t owe anyone a caption.”
“Nope.”
“They’ll still make it a thing.”
“They already have.”
When we got to the apartment, we walked inside and dropped our stuff. I grabbed two waters from the fridge while Knox pulled out his phone and sat on the couch.
I handed him one and took a seat beside him.
We both knew what came next.
I posted a picture of us first.
Me and my man.
Knox posted the exact same thing.
That was it.
No hashtags. No explanation.
Just the truth.
13
Knox
After batting practice,I jogged toward the dugout where a crowd had gathered in the stands nearby, waiting for a chance to get some autographs and maybe a picture or two with their favorite players. Crew was a few feet away, signing balls for two little girls in matching Seawolves jerseys.
“Singleton, over here!” someone called out, and I turned toward the voice.
A teenager who looked to be fifteen or sixteen stood with a glove tucked under his arm, and his baseball cap and a Sharpie in his hand.
“Hey,” I greeted, taking the hat from his outstretched hand. “What’s your name?”
