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Rory, the woman I spent the last five minutes ogling and imagining in my bed, is my new Field Manager’s daughter.

Fuck me.

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Rory

If there’s one thingI’m good at, it’s pretending that I’m always cool and collected around Cole Pierce.

But I think the facade is slipping.

I’ve known Cole for over three years—we see each other all the time. He’s my best friend Harlow’s brother… and the shortstop for the New York Stars, the team my dad is the Field Manager for.

That makes us off-limits to each other.

My heart doesn’t give a damn, though, because I’ve had an insane crush on the man since I met him.

And my heart is what’s trying to get me into trouble now.

When the Stars won the World Series three days ago, Cole was named MVP because he hit the home run that put the Stars in the lead. The team was celebrating in the clubhouse after the win, and during the celebratory champagne shower, I snuck Cole away from everyone. I wanted him to myself.

But things have been different since that moment. I can barely look him in the eye, and he seems to be trying his damndest to avoid me altogether.

What happened when we were alone seems to have us both freaking the fuck out.

I want nothing more than for us to get past all the awkwardness we’re feeling right now. I can’t have Cole for more, and I’d be devastated if I lost him as a friend over a momentary lapse in both of our judgments.

I need to talk to him today. I can’t take much more of this silence.

With my cap now surrounding my tight curls, I finally step into the shower. I love my curly hair, but it’s so much to manage sometimes. All of my friends have such silky, smooth hair. Mine’s a curly frizz ball most days.

It’s one of those times when I wish I had some of my mom’s genes. Her hair is basically pin-straight. I may be biracial, but I seem to have all of my dad’s ethnicity.

It’s fitting, though. The woman who barely cares to know me doesn’t even have genes that want to be around me.

Once I’ve finished washing my stress away, I grab my plush towel, wrap it around my body, and step into my bathroom.

I grab my phone from the counter and see a couple of missed texts.

Lane

You’re running behind today

Is everything alright?

Shit!

I spent more time wallowing in my head than I realized.

Rory

Shit, sorry, Lane!

Just got a little caught up

I’m leaving my apartment in a few

Be there soon!

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