Page 12 of Catching Feels

“MVP of the game right here,” Hudson yells to me. “Killed it out there tonight, Uyar.”

“It was a good night.” I try not to smile too damn big, and it’s not easy.

“Six RBIs in one game,” Roman says from behind me. “Twelve’s the record.”

Hitching my duffle over my shoulder, I ask, “Wanna place a bet on which of us breaks it first?”

We fist-bump, and then Amira steps forward. “You played like a pro.”

“That’s because I am one.”

“You certainly are.” She smiles. “I’m so proud of you, Nour.”

“Just doing my job.” I wink.

“I was able to change my flight home. I hope you don’t mind, Dr. Shaw. Cora?—”

“Please, call me CeCe.” CeCe laughs.

“I’ll try.” Amira smiles at her then looks back at me. “They’re all flying to New York for Mother’s Day. I thought you and I could possibly do something after catching up on our sleep?”

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BV or Bust

Jillian

Lifting my sleep mask, I glance over at Cora, who has not been able to keep still for the past twenty minutes. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. You?”

“I’m okay.”

I catch her smirking as she looks down and fixes her lap blanket, and I immediately know what it’s about.

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Yes,” she states then follows it up with, “Eventually.”

“Better make it happen, because the sooner you do, the less time I’ll spend plotting my revenge.”

“Revenge?”

“Oh please, you started it with your little micro-O when Blaze Bennett walked out of the tunnel.”

She squirms again, and I position my seat back to try to figure out what the hell her problem is.

“I have to pee, okay?” she whimpers.

“Then go.”

“It’s been occupied for like fifteen minutes. I’ve waited so long I’m afraid if I go all the way to the other one, I won’t make it.”

“Knock on the damn door. Tell whoever the asshole is?—”

“Holes—plural. Two people.”

“Oh, fuck them and their mile-high fantasy.” I start to stand, but little Cora Parker grabs my knee to stop me. She’s strong, too. Her hand’s like has a damn vice grip.

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