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I’m not about to claim I know Dex in any shape or form, but I know the Blues. I know Dex’s career and stats. He’s in the top two for fastest left-handed pitchers in the league. And not for nothing—I know baseball, yes, but I’m also just a girl, so yeah, I have also noticed that Dex’s hair is a little more grown out than it used to be.

During the season, you’d always see him with a crisp fade, and his dark curls weren’t too short but neat on the top. But when he was standing right in front of me at the coffee shop, I could definitely tell it was longer than any other time I’ve seen over the years of watching him play.

Don’t get me wrong, he’s still beyond gorgeous, it just seems out of character for him.

Then again, I don’t know Dex. I know him as a baseballplayer, maybe this is him as a coach and a single dad. But with how he responded to the barista’s blatant come-ons, paired with all of the things mentioned already, he just screamed unavailable. I’m not exactly sure flirting is in my DNA to begin with, but between the flashing “don’t hit on me” signals and the rush they were in, I kept my eyes on him to a minimum and simply offered him my coffee.

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Reagan holds out her hand to pull me back up. “Well, just chalk that up to a small bright side in your day. It’s not like you really need a man right now anyway.”

I can only manage a hummed response. Rather easy for her to say, considering she’s so in love and doesn’t even entertain men to begin with.

I take a look around my room. “I mostly need you to help me with my turtles, Rea.”

Reagan rolls her eyes but then hooks are arm around my shoulder. “Okay, okay, we’re not moving on from the turtles. I’ll come help clean out your classroom this week too.”

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Reagan

Don’t kill me, but I can’t make it to the game.

You have got to be kidding me. I stare at my sister’s message in the girls’ group chat at the entrance gate of Blues Stadium. She’s got to be joking. She’s the one who forced me out here to begin with.

I wanted to stay in bed, maybe venture to the bath at most because my back is still hurting from cleaning out my classroom all this past week…all by myself, mind you. Decorating my classroom didn’t feel so labor-intensive, but taking it all down was a nightmare. Reagan’s little “I’ll help” was apparently forgotten the moment she walked out the door.

HA, funny. I’m walking to the concession to get us some food. Meet me there.

Reagan

You have every right to be mad at me, but I can’t make it. Julie and I found a place that might work for the new Stigma location but they can only do a walk-through right now.

Jensen! Can you meet Lucie at the stadium so I don’t come off as the loser sister?

Don’t call for backup. YOU were supposed to meet me here!