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Sylvie makes it to first base, and I sprint to third, but keep running. Unable to stop myself, I bend my leg and slide into the home, sending a wave of dust over Betsy.

She jumps away, and her disjointed “Greg Rodwell! Dang you!” is sweet music to my ears.

I pick myself up and brush dirt off my jeans. “Oh. Sorry. Forgot you were there.”

I hear Wilder mumbling shit before he says, “Rodwell, I told you no sliding.”

As I walk over to the fence, I roll my eyes. “You’re no fun, Coach.”

Wilder writes on his stupid clipboard to avoid looking at me. “Get over it. Please relieve Crick so he can bat.” He then steps around me and walks toward the dugout. “Amos, suit up, please. I need Betsy to bat.”

As Wilder walks back, he looks over at Simone and Tesco. Annoyance makes him frown, but then he glances at the bleachers. Wilder drops his head and mutters, “Shit.”

“She’s your sister,” I mumble.

He turns to face me. “Marc is back. He’s in the bleachers.”

Trying not to be obvious, I peer over and see his judgment about our marriage as he watches Simone groping Tesco. I sigh as I tear off the helmet. “Fuck.”

Wilder clears his throat. “Simone, I need you.” He shakes his head and mumbles, “Not good, Rodwell.”

“What am I supposed to do?” When Wilder cocks his damn eyebrow, I roll my eyes. “Thanks for the help.”

Amos clears his throat as he adjusts the chest guard, alerting me to disaster. Everyone is all over it, but no one has useful suggestions.

I got myself into this shit when I refused to let Simone break up with me again.

Simone leaves Tesco, and on her way to Wilder, I meet her right in front of Mr. Moneybags. I better receive an award for my performance.

Chapter 17

Simone

“Hey, Simone. I guess I need to congratulate you on your marriage?”

Ricky restrains his confused smile in front of Sylvie, but I know he wants to ask me what the hell is going on.

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