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“I already looked at flights, there’s one heading home two hours after the game, You’re already booked for it.”

“I take back what I said earlier.”

“Oh, I’m not an asshole?”

I slap him on the back, laughing. “No, you’re still an asshole. I just meant about you not being bright. You have your moments.”

He flips me off but gives me a grin.

* * *

Five hours later and I’m boarding the plane. I was worried I wouldn’t make it. We went into the 10th inning tied 2-2. Duke came in clutch and hit a walk-off homer, sealing our win. I get to my seat and check my messages. I was in a rush getting off the field, so I didn’t get a chance to look earlier. I take my seat next to the window and see texts from Judd and Lucy. I open Lucy’s first, eager to see how the boys did.

Lucy

Boys pulled it off. 8-7. It was a battle. We don’t play again until 3pm tomorrow for the Championship.

Perfect. That gives me plenty of time. I text her back telling her to congratulate Hudson for me and that I’ll try to check in with him before his game tomorrow. I chuckle to myself, if they only knew what I have planned.

A figure appears at my side and I look up to see a woman staring at me. She’s around my age, pretty, but I find myself thinking she’s nothing compared to Lucy. I give her a small smile. She blinks a few times then snaps herself out of whatever trance she was in, stores her carry-on above and takes a seat next to me.

“I, sorry, I didn’t mean to stare, it’s just, you look familiar.”

“Uh, yeah, I get that a lot. Must have one of those faces,” I comment back politely. I try not to draw attention to myself. So if this lady can’t place me, I sure as shit am not going to place myself.

I move on to Judd’s message.

Judd

SOOOOO Mom called….

I rub my eyes with my thumb and pointer finger. Great, Mom told Judd. I pull my fingers from my eyes and continue to read his texts.

Judd

A single Mom huh?

Judd

That’s hot.

Me

You were adopted.

Judd

*laughing cry face emoji* Nice try. I’m not 9 years old, won’t work this time.

Me

*shoulder shrug emoji* worth a shot.

Judd

You still didn’t answer me.

Me