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“Well, she’s excited just like you are that Sean is coming to be your coach. Don’t you think she’s allowed to be the same way?”
He rolls his eyes and groans. “I guess.”
“Right. Well, he’ll be here soon, and then you can both talk about how cool he is. Just remember that I knew him when he was not so cool.”
“He was always cool.”
There’s no way to burst his bubble. Telling him the stories of when we were younger will probably only cement his status instead of showing that he is a mere mortal like the rest of us. To who knows how many boys with dreams of the big leagues—he’s a God.
“Anyway, you will have plenty of things to be excited about once Sean arrives and works with your team.”
There’s a glaze that falls over Austin’s eyes as he smiles. “It’s going to be the best. I’m so glad you know him!”
“Me too.”
There are a lot of reasons I’m glad I know Sean Arrowood, not just because he makes Austin smile like that. Years of friendship and trust and now, who knows what.
Three days until I have to figure it out.
Austin and I turn to go inside just as Hazel opens the door. “Hey, you.”
“Hey, sorry to just drop in.”
She rolls her eyes. “Like you’d ever not be welcome? However . . . I was coming out here because something showed up at the front door that I think you might want.”
“For me?”
She nods. “Yup.”
“Here?”
I never send anything to my brother’s place.
“Yeah, I think it’s a surprise.”
Just then, a tall figure steps out of the house, and my three days become zero.
Chapter Four
Sean
Not sure if this was my best idea, but it’s too late to go back now.
When I got to Devney’s house and her parents said she went riding and probably came here, I was unable to stay away from her another minute.
Looking at her has everything in my head all fucked up again. For days, I’ve wondered, thought about her, wished I could be here so I could try to figure out what to do. Kissing Devney was like nothing I could’ve prepared for.
Years of listening to people tell us we were more than friends, thinking they were all ridiculous only to realize that was utter bullshit.
However, she has Oliver.
The nice guy.
The one who is here for her, who takes care of her when I . . . well, I can’t.
Still, I want to see her. I’ll have her any way I can get her.
There she stands, dark brown hair in a braid and the prettiest brown eyes I’ve ever seen are staring back at me. Her lips part, and I can see the heavy rise and fall of her chest.
