“Yep. The youngest in the group is the luggage bitch,” Cam says.
“Asshole,” Blake grumbles.
“Thank you, guys. I—” I exhale, losing the words on the tip of my tongue.
“We know,” Heath says.
The guys all nod in agreement.
These men are my brothers. They have my back on and off the field. It’s an incredible feeling, being a part of something bigger than a baseball team.
We all share a smile.
“Okay, then.” My voice cracks with unspoken emotion, and I clear my throat. “I’ll see you guys at home.”
“Dude, just get your sappy, love-struck ass outta here already.” Reed fights a smile as he shoves me out the door.
I leave my brothers behind and make my way to the back entrance of the stadium. I don’t know how, but a car is already waiting for me as I sneak out. It feels strange leaving all of my belongings behind, but none of it matters if I don’t have Savannah.
The driver whips through the streets and onto the freeway towards the airport as I lay my head back and close my eyes, fighting off a migraine. I’m really fucking scared Savannah has seen the video and thinks it’s me. I would never do that to her.
That woman is my everything.
I hope like hell she’ll listen to me long enough to let me explain and forgive me for dragging her and her family into this mess with Damien.
Then I’m going after that motherfucker.
He’s going to pay for hurting the woman I love.
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Savannah
“Savannah,canIcomein?”
Charlotte’s sweet voice squeaks through the crack as she raps on my door.
I tug the blanket over my head tighter. I’m curled in a ball in the middle of my mattress, where I have been since I peeled myself off the bathroom’s tile floor and dragged myself to bed.
“I’m not leaving until you talk to me,” she sings, drawing a small smile from me.
I’m not ignoring her, just taking a minute to myself. I still have a lot to explain to her, and she deserves to hear it from me.
“You can come in.” I slip off the blanket as my little sister enters the room, and I pat the spot on the bed beside me.
Charlotte lies down, her head resting on the pillow. She smiles weakly, and the look breaks my heart.
“Is everything okay?” I place my hand on hers.
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” she asks sadly.
“I’m fine. Promise.” I pat her hand reassuringly. “Where’s my nephew?”
“Savannah.” She sighs. “You just watched the man you have feelings for on video with another woman, and you want to know about Thomas.”
“Let’s not talk about that. Now tell me about my nephew.”
I listen as Charlotte tells me that Thomas is doing great. Growing like a weed. He’s home with Jonathan and her in-laws, who, according to Jonathan, are already driving him crazy, so she plans to return home first thing tomorrow morning.
