Page 39 of Catching Feels

Gwen and Locke are next to Pope, and I swear she’s teary-eyed.

“You … were amazing.”

“Are you”—I pause because Gwen doesn’t cry, but yeah—“cry?—”

She punches me in the arm. “Fuck no.”

Locke throws his head back in a loud laugh, and she elbows him.

“You shut it.”

Whitney hugs me. “I’ll admit, I shed a tear. That was beautiful.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Pope.”

CeCe grins. “You the man!”

Rome chuckles as he looks down at her. “Someone’s had a couple drinks already.”

“I’m going to be so easy tonight,” she says louder than I bet she realizes.

“I’m not touching that with a ten-foot pole.” I chuckle.

“Oh, I am.” Gwen laughs.

“Shots, man.” AJ grips my shoulders and steers us up to the bar.

Abe O’Donnell, the owner’s father, reaches across the bar. “That was one hell of a hit tonight, Uyar, and every other hit an RBI. You do know your batting average’s in the top five percent of the Jags and the top twenty of the league, right?”

I shake his hand and don’t even try to hide the grin. “Thanks, and no, but I do now.”

“Wherever that came from, utilize it.”

“He fucked a unicorn last night.” Bennett chuckles.

“Bro.” AJ shakes his head.

Bennett shakes his own head, clearly following AJ’s motion. “He didn’t.”

AJ winks at him, and Bennett nods and looks at Abe. “He didn’t.”

Abe shakes his head, too. “No?”

“No,” AJ answers.

Abe lines up a few shot glasses. “Well, whatever it was, keep not doing it.”

After a few shots and a lot of selfies with Jags fans, I turn to order and see none other than Jillian Hart behind the bar.

“Can I help you?”

Okay, she’s being normal. Well, at least, I think this is her normal.

“Tallest glass you have of H2O, please.”

“Make that three,” comes from beside me.

Smiling, I turn and see Amira and CeCe’s little sister, Cora.

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