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Lane connects the dots faster than Cole, dropping his jaw in amusement as he chuckles.

“Why is Lane lau-” Cole cuts off sharply and groans, finally putting the pieces together. “Fucking hell. I don’t want details,and I’m going to pretend to be blissfully unaware that my sister was in Knox’s goddamn bed last night.”

“Say it a little louder, won’t you?” I say as I cross my arms. “I don’t think the rest of the clubhouse heard you.”

“Fuck me,” Cole says, scrubbing a hand over his face.

Lane throws his arm around Cole’s shoulder and slaps his other hand on Cole’s chest. “Nope, no fucking for you. But I do believe that’s what those two lovebirds got up to last night.”

“Goddammit, Lane.” Knox pinches his brow, probably wondering how neither of us could hide this for even a damn day. “We really don’t need to get into my damn sex life right now.”

Cole covers his ears like a child, and I can’t help but laugh. I sure as hell don’t want him to have details about what Knox and I did last night, but it’s fun to torture him about it. He’s been doing that to me my entire damn life.

“Fine,” Lane says. “But if Knox pitches a good game tonight, Harlow, you know what to do before each start.”

“I’m sure I can manage that,” I say, batting my eyelashes right at Knox, who shakes his head and laughs.

“You’re a goddamn menace, Freckles.”

“You like it,” I say, standing on my tiptoes to get closer to him.

“I don’t mind it.” He gives me a soft kiss, and Cole pretends to gag. So goddamn dramatic, that one.

I fall back on flat feet and look at Cole, throwing my hands in the air. “Okay, okay. I’m done torturing you now, Cole. You three go get to the field. Rory, Sage, and I will find our seats.”

“Thank fuck,” he says. “I want out of here.” Cole runs down the hall to escape the situation we’ve put him in.

“Love you, Sagie.” Lane plants a kiss on Sage’s cheek as she smiles. “Daddy will see you after the game.”

Knox throws an arm around Lane. “Come on then,Daddy. We’ve got to get on the field.“ They start off down the hallway before he looks back and gives me a soft smile.

And butterflies erupt in my stomach.

Butterflies?

Why am I getting butterflies again?

Knox just smiled at me. That’s not a big deal.

Is it?

No, of course, it isn’t. He’s smiled at me too many times to count now.

But that smile was just for me. Even in a hall full of people, that smile was only for me. And the smile on my face afterward was only for him.

…

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. This isn’t real. This is a show.

And yet, here I am, butterflies still fluttering around when Knox is nowhere in sight.

That means I did something I shouldn’t have done.

I started falling for Knox Spencer…

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