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As far as I know, she’s still going on dates with other men.
But she kissed me.
As far as I know, she’s still planning her future and not waiting around for a man who isn’t ready.
But she kissed me.
And I kissed her back. And it was the greatest kiss of my life. I kinda wanna kiss her again right now.
I’ve just crossed home plate when the rest of the team rushes at me, jumping up and down, Gatorade shooting from water bottles, and covering us in blue liquid. “That’s how you play some baseball, my brother!” Callaway shouts in my ear, he and Bodhi hoisting me on each of their shoulders. I’m tossed around like a mosh pit, the boys celebrating our win big time today.
My shoulder still aches, and my circumstances haven’t changed.
But this life? There really isn’t much better.
Except maybe adding that beautiful woman up there into my mix.
Yeah, that would be fargreater.
“Lock the door.”
I’m steps inside the utility closet before the light flips on, revealing all four of my best friends with smug looks on their faces. “What the fuck is going on?”
“Think we should restrain him?” Gus bites out, looking me up and down like some kind of predator.
“Restrain me? The fuck?” I jerk back to try and slip away, but I’m swiftly directed to sit on an old plastic chair placed at the back end of the closet—not carefully, if I might add.
“Nah. He doesn’t stand a chance at getting out,” Bodhi contributes, causing me to side-eye the traitor.
“I’ll stand behind him,” Cal directs. “King, you take the door.”
“On it,” King agrees while Bodhi and Gus guard me at the sides. Fucking guard me like watchdogs or some shit. I’m fuming at this point, unsure what in god’s name is going on and why I’m being cornered.
Once we celebrated our much-earned win, the team headed back to the clubhouse to shower before doing some press and heading home.
At least, I thought we were heading home.
I was hoping I’d get a chance to talk to Juniper before she left, but the boys had other plans. One second, I was on my way to the guest entrance of the clubhouse, spotting the backs of Tenley and Juniper as they exited, and the next, I’m being manhandled by a bunch of overgrown children, shoving me into a broom closet.
Now, I’m held captive, without a single clue why.
Crossing my arms at my chest to contain my rage, I spin my head around the small space, eyeing each of them individually. Gus with his smug look and Bodhi, acting all fucking innocent. Someone better speak up. “Anyone care to tell me what’s going on and why you idiots trapped me in a damn closet?”
They stay silent, and I realize now this situation likely wasn’t thought through. “Who wants to start?” King questions, and I roll my eyes, expecting nothing less.
“Okay, well, if that’s it, I’ll just be going now.” I rise to stand, but Cal stops me, pushing me down by the shoulders and muttering, “Not so fast, Briggsby.”
“Gus, this was your idea. If anyone should talk, it’s you,” Bodhi exclaims, already aggravated with this childish game.
Yeah, you and me both, B.
“Someone speak, goddamn it. I’ve got things to do,” I deadpan.
“Things to do? Ordoctorsto do?” Gus probes, a stupid grin at large across his mustached face. I’ve never wanted to rip a strip of hair off someone more than I do now.
“Sexualsurgeryto perform?” King teases, all of them busting out in hysterics.
Again, idiots.
