Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Yes!” he cried. “And he followed me here.”
“How do you know he followed you here?” I questioned, standing up and stuffing my phone into my pocket.
“Because he pulled his boat out at the same time I did, and then drove in this direction,” he responded, his voice laced with impatience that I wasn’t understanding his words.
“Gotcha,” I nodded. “What did his license say?”
“It said that he was an FBI.”
***
I pulled my bike up next to Core’s truck and threw the kickstand down.
A loud roar from the field that Nathan was playing on raised through the night, and I swung my leg up and off my bike.
My feet squished in the wet mud, and I dropped the helmet onto the seat before taking off across the parking lot.
“Yo!” I yelled the moment I was close enough. “Core, what’s the score?”
Core, aka Apple, looked up and smiled.
“Winning three to nothing,” he called, returning his eyes to the game.
I noticed that he didn’t face the game completely, though, and he’d parked his charge along with his wife at the bleachers directly beside him.
Raven looked up when she heard me call out, and a smile brightened her face.
“You made it!” she cried. “Come sit down, Nathan’s on deck.”
I finished my jog to her side, and then bent over to drop a kiss on her lips.
“Awwww,” I heard a familiar voice say. “That’s too cute!”
I looked up and grinned at Hannah.
“Shut your face,” I said. “We playing Reggie?”
Hannah nodded and pointed. “She’s the catcher right now.”
I followed her pointing and a smile broke out over my face.
“That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen,” I admitted. “Love the curls in the back, too.”
Hannah grinned. “She wanted to play baseball, and you were the one to tell me that girls were allowed in this league.”
I nodded. I sure had said that, and I liked that Hannah listened to what I had to say.
Taking my seat on the right of Raven so I could still speak to Hannah, I turned forward and watched as the little boy at bat swung at the coach’s pitch and connected with the ball.
It went about six inches past his feet, and stopped.
“Run!” I yelled at the kid.
The kid, startled by my outburst, looked at me, and I pointed at first base.
“Run, boy!”
The boy jumped and then started running, his fat little legs carrying him as fast as he could possibly move his bulk to first base.
The coach at first base was smiling huge and holding his hand out for a high five.
However, the little kid kept running, and the coach was left hanging.
“Oh, shit,” I said. “Run!”
Reggie had the ball, and she was barreling after the kid like the hounds of hell were at her feet, snapping and snarling along to keep pushing her forward.
“Get ‘em, baby!” Hannah yelled. “Tag him!”
The entire team was now on their feet, screaming and yelling, jumping and pointing.
“Run, Bagger!” the kids were yelling. “Get home!”
The coach on second base held his hands up as the kid arrived on second, but instead of stopping, he continued to run.
“Mother of God,” I breathed. “Jesus Christ, she’s gonna get him.”
The kid was slow, and it was terrible of me to say, but he was overweight and didn’t run all that fast.
The kid had heart, though, I’d give him that.
Reggie tossed the ball expertly to the kid on third, but the kid was too busy bending down to pick dandelions to catch the ball.
Bagger, which must’ve been the kid’s name since I could now hear his mother yelling it at my side, rounded third.
The dandelion kid finally realized that the ball was at his feet, and blew the dandelion as he picked the ball up and chucked it in the direction of Reggie, who was now once again on home.
“Jesus,” Hannah said. “Move out of the way, baby. He’s not going to stop.”
Reggie moved over just in time for the kid to tumble into home, rolling on his side all the way across the plate.
“Oh, sweet baby Jesus,” the mother of the kid sat down next to my feet. “That kid is going to be the death of me.”
I laughed and patted her back.
“He did good, Ma’am,” I said to her, my eyes going back to the game as I watched Reggie put her hands on her hips and glare at the little kid that was barely up to his feet.
“Thank you,” the mom said, a wide smile on her face.
“Good job, Buddy,” the coach said, drawing my attention.
I nodded my head at the guy and looked down to see Raven rest her head against my knee.
“He did good,” Raven said. “That kid was like a freight train, though.”
I snorted and dropped my hand to her head.
“The best players are,” I agreed. “Alright, Nathan! Get ‘er done, boy!”
Nathan nodded his head, something that hit me straight in the heart.