Page 138 of Unleashed

Hadley bites her lip as she looks at him and then back to me. “Do you think they’re serious?”

“They’re probably engaged.” I will cut off his balls.

“Simone, I know he has feelings for you.”

“It’s gas.”

She rolls her eyes as Sylvie meets her with a ball, singing in tune, “Mrs. Rodwell, it looks like your hubs isn’t playing by the rules.”

Past Sylvie, I see Ricky walking toward the field as he swings his baseball cap with his strides. “Uh, yeah. We’ll be out there.” Before Ricky meets my brother, I head over and stop him. “Hey. What’s up?”

He grins but appears surprised to see me. His strong cologne attracts bimbos from miles away. “Not much. What about you? Where’s your husband?”

I sigh. “You don’t have to play along every second. He’s over there.”

Ricky looks over at the bleachers and laughs. “Oh. Is he running around on you already?” He laughs more and looks away. “Oops. I think he’s pissed.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re talking to me.”

“Really? Then he’ll be super happy when I play with your hair.” I sweep my hand through his wavy hair, and Ricky stops smiling.

“I won’t be a pawn again. You used me in your scheme to win over Rodwell before. It’s not funny the second time.”

“I’m not trying to make him jealous.”

“Don’t give me that. I know how you feel about him, Simone. Remember?”

I wave my hand. “That’s over.”

“And you think I’m a moron.”

Finn yells, “Simone, stop messing around!”

I shoot Ricky a disapproving look before heading to the field, where I spot Greg engaged in a heated conversation with Nico, their expressions revealing their obvious discontent. Did Trashy give Greg a shitty hand job?

I try to ignore her watching, but it’s like she’s stabbing me. I pick up my glove and walk out to home plate, since Greg is on the mound. With his back to me, I check out his ass. I held onto it as we screwed on the floor. I felt his muscles with every thrust.

I sigh at the dirt and notice my untied shoe. I stoop to tie it and while there, tie the other one. “Today, Garrison.”

I look up to see Greg’s impatient frown. Why is he calling me that after last night? I thought we had an understanding. Like we turned a corner. Right into a lava pit, apparently.

“Bite me, Rod.” I straighten and glare at him. Greg grits his teeth and turns to bitch to Nico, who shakes his head and says something to the sky. I feel the same way.

When Greg turns back to me and sees I’m ready, he pitches a high ball. I jump to catch it, but miss and it bounces off the chain link with a metallic rattle and bounces to the ground.

“I hope you don’t play this bad during a game,” Greg sneers.

I pick up the ball and wing it back to him. “I hope you’re not this much of an asshole during a game, either.”

We throw the ball and with little more said, but what isn’t said screams louder.

Toward the end of practice, Amos finds me in the dugout. “Hello, Simone. I know you’ll be out of the office for the rest of the week. Will you be there tonight?”

“Yes. Next week, do you want me to work nights still?”

“I’d love for you to work with us during the day, but...” He looks out at the field where Greg is batting. “I don’t know how well that’d work out. Crick has been helping Brandon, and when Greg is in school, I’m having Rhonda help me.”

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