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I'm in It (The Reed Brothers 10)

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“Definitely.”

She walks away with a jaunty little wave.

I lay my hand on Mick’s arm and blink my eyes at him. “There’s a softball game tomorrow?”

He nods. “There is.” He leans down and presses his lips to the tip of my nose. My belly flutters.

My boob vibrates. “Hang on,” I say. “My boob is ringing.” I fish my phone out of my bra while he watches with an amused look on his face.

“Everything okay?” he asks, eyeing my phone.

“Just Lark. She wanted to be sure her husband’s brother is being well taken care of.” I roll my eyes and stuff the phone back into my bra. He leans so he can look down my dress a little.

“How much stuff can you fit in there?”

I laugh. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

His eyes don’t leave my boobs when he says, “I’d like to know everything there is to know…about your boobs.” His eyes come up to meet mine. “And all the rest of you.”

My heart gallops in my chest. “Can I come to your game tomorrow?”

He grins. “I’ll pick you up at six.”

The song “Cha-cha Slide” starts to play.

“Oh, I can slide,” he sings out. He kicks my shoes beneath the table, and then grabs my hand and pulls me onto the floor.

For the next few hours, I completely forget that up until now, my life has been shit. Because right now, it’s kind of awesome.

Mick

Not only is she beautiful, but she also has a mouth on her.

“I thought only horses slept standing up, Ump!” Wren yells from her place by the fence. “He was out!”

The umpire shoots her a dirty look, but I catch him grinning as he bends to wipe home plate clean. “Shepherd, you had better get your girlfriend under control,” he calls to me.

I pull the brim of my cap a little lower and look back at him from my place behind first base. “I would, Ump, but I kind of want her to go out with me again.”

He nods. “Can’t say I blame you.”

The pitcher releases the ball and it sails directly into the catcher’s mitt. “He’s out of here!” the umpire yells.

“Finally!” Wren yells, jumping up and down. “I suddenly feel the need to swap some spit with you, Ump!” she calls.

The umpire looks at me again and makes a zipping motion across his mouth.

I trot over to Wren where’s she’s white-knuckling the fence. “Hey, Wren,” I say. She looks at me, her eyes glazed with happiness.

“Yeah?” she says as she watches the pitcher throw a few test balls to stall for time. She barely pays me any mind at all.

“The umpire’s going to kick you out of the game if you don’t cut it out.”

She looks over my shoulder toward the field. “What do you mean?”

“You’re heckling the umpire,” I say calmly.

“Yeah, so? That’s what they’re there for.” She cups her hands around her mouth. “What are we waiting for, Ump?” she yells.



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