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“Yeah, that rarely turns out well. He got lucky.”
“Now that I’m taken, I don’t have to worry so much.”
Taken. By me. Since when did I have such dynamic luck? More like dumb luck. That was more my style.
“Can’t believe you won second place.”
“Can’t believe you’re umpiring for the minors,” he challenged.
“Who are we?” I asked, laughing.
Casey gave a furtive glance around the table before popping a quick kiss on my lips. “Taken. We’re taken.”
EPILOGUE
BAYLOR
“Are you sure about this?”I asked, straightening my jacket.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Marcus asked without humor.
“Yeah, I’m kidding you,” I joked, my face breaking out in a grin. “Your tie’s crooked.” I reached out to straighten it, and Marcus smiled at me.
“This could be you next time, with me standing up as your best man.”
“Maybe your tie is straight, but your head is on crooked.”
Marcus laughed. “Whoever thought you’d fall for your biggest nemesis?”
“Don’t get me wrong, there are times I still can’t fucking stand him, but he’s grown on me, like… like… mold.”
“I’m sure he feels the same way about you.” Marcus laughed. “Do you think Austin’s gonna be surprised?”
“Please, didn’t you say Wilder was bringing him? There’s no way that kid didn’t spill the beans. He couldn’t keep a secret if his life depended on it. In fact, we better get out there. Your groom should be arriving in just under ten minutes.”
“This place is sick, right?” Marcus asked as we cleared the locker room and walked down the corridor that led to the field. What was onceSafecoFieldwas nowT-Mobile Park. The field of green stretched out before us, partially covered by the retractable roof. My heart beat a little faster, a little harder, just being able to stand in the middle of it all. I grew up watching games played here on TV and dreamed of sitting in the stands someday—and I had, several times—but this was the first time I’d ever stepped foot on the grass and dirt.
“Sick,” I agreed. “What did this cost you?”
“Don’t ask.” He groaned like he was in pain. “Doesn’t matter, anyway. Marrying Austin is worth any cost.”
“You lucked out for sure.”
We walked across the field to where the small wedding party was gathered. Marcus took his place on the pitcher’s mound, where Austin would join him. I stood beside him, and my eyes fell on Casey, looking ridiculously hot in a navy-blue suit that fit his muscular body to perfection.
“Not looking so bad there, Coach.” My eyes ate him up.
“Neither are you, Blue.”
“The locker rooms are empty. If you want to check them out with me,” I offered, smiling wickedly.
“After the ceremony,” he promised.
I barely heard the vows Marcus and Austin exchanged. My mind was already on Casey and me, sealed in a steamy embrace in the locker room. Maybe I was on my knees for him or pushed against the wall. He could have me any way he wanted me. You’d never hear me complain.
“The rings, Baylor,” Marcus repeated, coughing to get my attention.
“Oh, sorry.” Casey chuckled, and I thought he might have realized my thoughts were on him instead of the wedding. Marcus just shook his head and grabbed the rings.