Page 134 of The Pucking Wrong Rookie

“What the fuck are you doing? Run!” I laughed, slamming my hands against the suite glass.

Asher was completely frozen, a look of horror on his face as he watched her, and it was too late when he finally got his legs to move. His eyes went wide, and he took off, only making it a few steps before she dove and tackled him right at second base, sending them both crashing into the dirt.

The crowd lost it.

“Oh my gosh!” Sloane gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, her eyes wide in disbelief.

Lincoln was doubled over, laughing so hard he could barely breathe.

Security got there, but it took them a minute to drag her off him. The streaker was crying and screaming something at Asher as they took her away.

Asher…just lay there, staring up at the sky like he couldn’t believe what had happened.

“And to think I almost didn’t come today,” Ari mused, wiping his eyes from how hard he’d been laughing. “Bring up any fond memories, Linc?”

Lincoln growled, and I smirked, remembering watching him on TV in a similar situation when I was in college.

Asher slowly got to his feet, brushing dirt off his uniform, his face redder than I’d ever seen it. He glanced toward our box, and even from down on the field, I could see the sheer humiliation in his eyes.

I waved at him, and he rolled his eyes dramatically before glaring at me.

The entire stadium was still buzzing, the replay of what had just happened flashing on the jumbotron for everyone to see—with her important parts blurred out, of course.

“I’m never going to let him live this down,” I said dreamily.

“Unless he finds out about your…sculpture,” Sloane pointed out. “I’m sure he’d have something to say about that.”

“Let me have my moment, Red,” I sputtered.

She grinned and nodded. “Fine. But only because I love you, and it will be fun to make fun of him for this.”

My heart did that weird beating thing at the casual way she’d just told me she loved me.

Best day ever.

After the game I texted Asher.

Me: …

Asher: Don’t you dare.

Me: I’m not doing anything.

Asher: You want to do something, though.

Me: I know someone that wants to do something…

Asher: That was terrible. Even for you. No wonder they’re not letting you in the rhombus of despair.

Me: What?

Asher: You know, that thing you’re so proud of. Triangle of trouble.

Me: No. Just no.

Asher: Oval of awesomeness.

Me: Circle of Trust! It’s Circle of Trust. And by the way, I am on it.

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