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“Isaiah, this is a good thing! This is everything I want.”

“Yeah.” He finds a genuine smile at the same time his hand finds the small of my waist, pulling me into him. “You’re right. That’s great news, Ken. Congratulations.”

My cheeks burn. “Thank you.”

The door to the training room swings open. Monty holds it for Reese to enter first, but it’s fairly obvious that him holding the door open is the only cordial part of their interaction.

Their voices are quiet so no one else can overhear what they have to say, but judging by their facial expressions and body language, they’re getting into it about something.

Monty’s hands go wide as he argues his case, and Reese does nothing to back down from the giant man covered in tattoos. The blonde bombshell holds her ground, with a single hand resting on her popped hip and an unimpressed expression on her pretty face.

She says something in return, keeping complete composure before Monty’s head falls back to gather his frustration. He inhales through his nose, his nostrils flaring, before giving her a single nod in agreement and ending their conversation.

Reese turns in my direction, wearing a body-hugging pencil skirt that shows off every one of her curves. “Kennedy, where are you working today?”

I open my mouth to answer, but Dr. Fredrick bolts out of his office before I have the chance to. “The clubhouse, Miss Remington.” He gestures to me. “Kennedy is covering the clubhouse. I have the intern on hydration as you asked.”

Kiss ass.

“Reese,” she corrects. “As I’ve told you before, you can call me Reese. And I want Kennedy working the dugout today.”

“But Will and I are covering the dugout.”

“As I said, I want Kennedy out there today. You can cover the clubhouse for once, Dr. Fredrick.”

His mouth opens to protest, then closes just as quickly, words evading the doctor who typically has too much to say.

“Of course, Reese.”

She finds me across the room and shoots me a wink before she turns back to the door, but stops just in front of Monty on the way.

“Emmett,” she says, taking her leave.

His tone is clipped. “Reese.”

“I like her,” Isaiah declares.

My head whips in his direction, far too quickly and far too startled.

But she is a beautiful woman who is only a few years older than us.

“Easy, tiger,” he laughs. “No need to get jealous. I meant that I like that she has your back.”

“I’m not jealous.”

He rolls those glinting brown eyes. “Keep telling yourself that, wifey.”

“I cannot stand that woman.” Monty keeps his voice low for only Isaiah and me to hear as he stands at the edge of the training table. “Who does she think she is?”

Isaiah hesitates. “The new team owner, perhaps?”

“Exactly! She’s going to become the team owner the same year I’m up for a new contract. She’s coming in here, wearing those fucking high heels around my clubhouse, wanting to change everything.” Monty laughs condescendingly. “I don’t think so. I’ve worked under her grandfather for six years and guess what? The guy never once told me how to run my team. There’s no way in hell I’m letting some thirty-four-year-old waltz in here and tell me how to do my job.”

He sets his fists on the table, leaning his weight on them. Bulging forearms and flaring nostrils. Monty could very easily be mistaken as a scary man if you didn’t know what a big teddy bear the guy actually is.

“So, uh...” I clear my throat, looking to Isaiah and finding a mirrored, knowing grin. “What do you really think about Reese, Monty?”

“I think she’s going to drive me fucking insane before she even officially takes over.”

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