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“I vote field,” Paul said.

“I second that,” Camden replied. “What do you want to do. babe?”

Keegan put her hand on his. “I’m fine either way.”

Paul rubbed his hands together. “Looks like it’s game time.”

We all got up from the table and made our way to the garage.

The guys packed everything up, and Keegan went back into the house to get Macie and Dodger. Turner led me to one of the golf carts and sat down next to me.

“You going to play on my team?”

I raised my brow. “I don’t know. Are you any good?”

“You’ve seen me play before, A

“I wasn’t paying that close attention.”

He rubbed his chest with his fist. “Ouch! My ego has been struck.”

I playfully shoved him. “No, it hasn’t, hush.”

“And here I thought you were staring at me the whole time.”

I leaned in close to him. His eyes watched me like a hawk. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, though.” I spoke even quieter, “I did watch you during di

Keegan stepped outside looking frustrated and ready to hit something. “Macie isn’t coming. She said she isn’t feeling well and is going home.”

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“Dodger is telling her he’d take her, but you know her. She’s fighting him tooth and nail and is refusing to be near him.”

Speaking of, Dodger came out of the house, slamming the door behind him. He ignored all he looks we were throwing his way, grabbed a bat bag, and walked out of the garage without a word.

“Well, alright,” Turner said. “Looks like trouble in Love Land.”

“Stop it,” I scolded.

“I’m sure if Macie needs something she will let someone know.” Paul redirected the family’s attention. “Let’s head over.”

Nothing more needed to be said. The patriarch of the family spoke and that was the end of it. We all took off in our carts and drove down the road to the empty baseball field the family owned and was very familiar with. I’d only been out here one time, but that one time was all it took. I felt comfortable, like this was something I’d done regularly with them. I couldn’t pinpoint why this family was so welcoming and warm. They all had that way about them that invited you in, made you feel at ease. I doubt they ever met a stranger, and a stranger never felt out of place with them. It must be their gift.

Unloading everything, Dodger was standing in front of a fence, throwing a baseball as hard as he could. It bounced back and he’d catch it with his bare hands. Clearly, he was letting off some steam. He didn’t even turn to look at us when we rolled up.

“Teams,” Wrigley said rubbing his hands together. “Me, Mom, Camden, and A

“What? No way, she’s on my team asshole,.” Turner retorted.

“Dad, Turner, Keegan, and Dodger.” He nodded, proud of himself and ignoring his brother.

“No, teams need to be broken up differently. We will take A

“Don’t be crazy, big brother. You know I gave you the better team.”

“Hey,” Camden piped in. “Need I remind you who was picked up by the number one college in the nation?”

“Dude, you say that every time we come out here. We know . . . it’s old news,” Wrigley grumbled.

I got the distinct impression it was a sore spot for him. Wonder if it was some friendly brotherly competition.

“We good with the teams?” Paul said, stepping between the brothers.

Both boys nodded.

It was determined that I was with Turner, which I was somewhat disappointed about. I wanted to test my abilities at kicking his ass, but couldn’t very well do that when we were both trying to score a run. We played the game, having five i

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“So sad about the baby.”

I glanced down at her. Oh God, did we have to talk about this again?

“Yes, it is.”

“Are you okay?”

I tilted my head to the side. “Yes. Why?”

She gave me a gentle smile. “Because, honey, I read people. No, not like that psychic crap you see on TV. But I can sense when someone is holding back and not letting their feelings through. Kind of like Macie and Dodger. I know those two, and I know how much she loves him. She has her issues she is sorting through and they will eventually come together. And when we were sitting at di

I gulped. “Sure I care about him. He’s an i

I wasn’t fooling her. “It’s more than that. I’m not sure what your co

Okay and cue the tears. Who the hell is Do

I didn’t want to be rude to a woman who’s been nothing but kind to me, so I mustered a smile.

“Thank you.”

She patted my shoulder. “You’re welcome. Now, if my youngest boy could find a good girl, like you three, I’d be a happy momma.”

I was perplexed. “What?”

She waved her hand in the air. “That Wrigley is a thorn in my heel. I love him more than pie, but that boy is so lax about life, I don’t know if he will ever settle down. I knew my other three would, but him . . . well, I’ll fall off my rocker the day he brings home a girl and says she’s a keeper.” She chortled like she just told the best joke.

I was still caught up in the previous conversation when she threw another glass of water in my face. She spoke like Turner was settling down. No. No way, was it with me. I was only just begi

“Oh, your turn, honey!” Do

Right. Who the hell could hit a ball after all that mess?

I did okay ,for the most part, the rest of the game, but I knew Do

Game time was over and time to wrap everything up after playing two more i