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“That sucks. All kids should do whatever activities they want. They should try everything.”

I shake my head. “We couldn’t do anything.Anything. Hell, I had to stash Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups beneath my floorboard in my room because she wouldn’t let us have candy.”

“Best candy ever.”

“Agreed. But only the dark chocolate kind.”

His lips form an O. “Oooooh. Hard to find, but very good.”

I nod. “I’m all for anything dark chocolate, but my mother monitored our diets like a hawk. She feared us gaining weight and losing modeling jobs.”

“Your mom sounds like a peach.”

“You have no idea. Speaking of peaches. What do you think of that blonde over there?” I nod toward an attractive woman who’s shaking her ass.

His face scrunches. “I’m not into blondes. I feel like they’re all fake. What do you call a blonde doing a handstand?”

“What?”

“A brunette.”

I giggle. “Nice. Hmm, I don’t know. I’m into blondes. Maybe it was my time in

California. How about another bet?”

His lips curl up in amusement. “Same terms?”

“Same terms, kitten.”

CHAPTER THREE

CHEETAH

I’m standing in my bathroom, shaving the wordKaminto my hair. The result of yetanotherlost bet with her from after their game the other night. She got the girl…again. Kamryn Hart has my number. I can’t beat her.

Admittedly, I’m enjoying watching their softball games. I don’t think I've ever appreciated how talented the girls are. I can’t wait to go to more of their games. It’s hard with our schedule, but we plan to go anytime we can.

Kam’s on-field presence is amazing. She’s the clear team leader, always talking to the younger players. Always giving them instructions and making them laugh. It’s a good trick with newer players to keep them loose. There’s a smart maturity to her game that you’d only notice if you play yourself.

She wears her hair in these Princess Leia side buns. It’s so fucking hot with the tight pants showing off her ass. She blows bubbles with purple bubblegum. I swear, my dick twitches every time that bubble forms from her lips. I can’t take my eyes off her.

After hearing Kam’s walkup song at their first game, I did buy myself a nice cowboy hat to wear. It brought a smile to her gorgeous face when she saw me arrive with one on my head.

My Kam daydreaming is broken when my phone rings, and I glance at the screen to see that it’s my mother. I hit the accept button. “Hola, mi madre bonita.”Hello, my beautiful mother.

“Hola, mi hijo guapo.”Hello,myhandsomeson. In her Spanish-accented English, she asks, “What are you doing?”

“I’m shaving.”

“Oh good. I hope that filthy malandro look is gone.” She hates my scruff.

“I’m not shaving my face.”

“Dios mio, I don’t need to hear about that.”

I let out a laugh. “My hair. On the top of my head. Just giving myself a little…trim.” I leave out the part about it being the name of the hot chick who won’t give it up to me and went home with yetanotherwoman, causing me to loseanotherbet, and that’s why I’m shaving her name in my hair.

“Ahh. That could use a trim too, but I love seeing your handsome face. I don’t know why you hide it.”

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