Page 143 of Stealing Her Privilege
You’re tracking me?
PRESTON
I’m afraid to ask but what are breasties?
IVORY
Oh, babe. You reallyshouldn’t have.
TAYLOR
Gabby’s my bestie and they’re her boobs.
So they’re my breasties.
DADDY MIKE
Please make it stop.
TAYLOR
You love me and you know it, Daddy Mike.
GRANT
Can we please find him another nickname?
Also I would like to be removed from this chat as well.
TAYLOR
No can do, Mr. Davenport.
The texts keep flying back and forth and before long, we’re pulling into the player’s lot. I’m still not used to walking into the stadium hand in hand with Chase as my boyfriend. Sadly, I didn’t get the chance to fully embrace my WAG era at the end of last season when the Troubadours lost in the third round of the postseason. It was a bummer for all of us, especially after leading the division for most of the season. But, that’s baseball for you. Even the winningest team can have a bad run and get knocked out of contention.
“It’s about time you showed up,” Miller calls out when we emerge onto the field. He’s tossing a ball with Cooper, who runs over immediately.
“Hey, boy. Who’s a good boy?” I drop to my knees in the grass as he smothers me in puppy kisses.
“Ahem, I’m waiting.” Miller stops in front of me with his hands on his hips.
“All clear.” I don’t miss the way his body visibly deflates with relief when I smile up at him.
Miller cups his hands around his mouth and shouts, “Theboobies are safe!” Jumping up, I cover his mouth with both hands to shut him up.
“Would you stop it?” It’s impossible to not laugh when he’s this goofy.
“Let’s go tell the others.” Miller scoops me up into his arms and starts running. Cooper bounds after us, yipping happily at the game. Finally, Miller drops me by third base where Ivory, Preston, and Mike are chatting.
“I better not hear you complaining tomorrow that your body is sore,” Mike says to Miller. “Gabby, how are you?” He wraps me in a hug.
“I’m good. The doctor said everything was fine, and I’ve been cleared.”
“That’s great news.” Ivory pulls me into a hug next and whispers into my ear, “I love you.” I squeeze her extra tight before moving into Preston’s embrace.
“Best news.” Preston kisses my head like only a big brother can. Chase joins our huddle and drags me into his arms, resting his head on my shoulder.
“Now can I be removed from the group chat?” Mike asks, injecting humor into the moment.
“No, and I won’t be complaining. This is our year, right boys?” Miller holds his hand out for a fist bump.
“Hell yeah.” Chase and Preston say at the same time, tapping their fists to his. I can’t wait to cheer them on this year. I’ve even ordered a new shirt for the season—“Property of The Chaser.” He’s going to love it.
