Page 178 of The Perfect Love

“You too,” Trevor says. Then he looks at the woman. “Congratulations. Though are you surethisis the guy you want to marry?”

She throws an arm around his shoulders. “I like him sometimes.”

“This is my girlfriend, Chelsea. Chels, this is BK and his fiancée, Sasha.”

“Blake Klein,” he says with an eye roll. “The BK thing will never die. It’s nice to meet you.”

“You too.”

“If you didn’t want it to stick, you shouldn’t have gotten everyone to call you that freshman year,” Sasha says, stepping forward to hug me. “It’s really nice to meet you.”

“You too. Thanks for inviting us.”

“Absolutely,” Blake says.

“Oh, and I don’t know if you ever met my sister, Hyla…” Trevor says, nodding to her.

“I think once,” Sasha says. “It’s great to see you again.”

To my surprise, they don’t make a move to go back to the group.

“Do we need to go join everyone?” I ask.

“Nah,” Blake says. “My idiot brother is in charge of all this crap. I’ll let him handle the line holding duties. Half of those guys are his friends who kind of know me. A handful of the team will probably be here, and a bunch of our non-baseball friends, which are the people I prefer most of the time.” He leans in. “I don’t know if you know this, but baseball players are insufferable.”

“So are baseball commentators.” I give Trevor a cheeky grin, and he pulls me closer, pinching my butt as he does.

I jump a little, and he leans in. “You’re not the only one who can pinch.”

He always knows just how to flirt with me.

There’s some yelling from the group behind Blake, then one voice rings out.

“Blakey! Come on!” the guy I’m assuming is his brother yells.

“We’ll be there in a few minutes. Keep your pants on!” Blake calls back. Then he sighs. “I mean that very literally. Once he starts drinking… Sorry, I’m not exactly selling this, am I?”

“It’s fine.” I laugh, but Trevor groans.

When I look at him, his gaze is on a different guy approaching.

“You invited DJ?” he asks Blake.

“He invited himself,” Sasha says, annoyed. “You know how he is.”

“Your old roommate?” I whisper to Trevor.

“And the guy who ghosted me after my injury. I’ll bet anything he pretends we’re besties now. Not that we ever really were, but…”

He shuts up as the guy gets to us, and once Klein’s not blocking his view, awareness shoots through me. There’s something… familiar about him.

My chest tightens.

Blond hair. Hazel eyes.

Fuck, am I imagining it because I don’t like his energy or…

Hazy flashes rip through me. Him tossing a baseball cap on the floor and his eyes becoming clearer like they just did.

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