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Her head falls back as she laughs.
“You ready to go fuck off and have fun?”
She nods. “Yeah, I really am.”
I squeeze her hips, step back, take her hand, and walk to the passenger side, where I open the door, grab the flowers I bought off the floor, and move so she can get in.
Smiling with her mouth open just a bit, like she wants to say something but doesn’t know what to say, she gets in, and I hand her one of the three bouquets of daisies. “For you.”
She takes them and holds them to her nose as she smells them. “Thank you.”
I step back and shut her door, then open the sliding van door and hand Cora flowers as they get in.
“Oh my God, that is so sweet.” Cora smiles and climbs in.
“You know you didn’t have to?—”
“Jesus, York,” Marks cuts her off, “just take them and say thank you.”
“You’re just pissed he didn’t get you any,” she huffs at him as she takes them and climbs in saying, “Thanks, Rome.”
I point to the smaller cooler. “You’ve got a little something too, man.”
Getting in, he says, “Doesn’t matter what’s in here. I’m not giving it up to you, Hart.”
“What?” Cora laughs as I help Elle in
When he looks in the cooler, he smiles. “Nice, man. Real nice.”
“A little birdie told me that was your preferred flavor.”
“Crawford Bock.” He cracks it open. “Best beer in the world.”
“All right, family, the other cooler is full of wraps and subs of varying assortments. Dig in. We’re going on a road trip.” I shut the door and jog to the driver’s side.
At five fifty-five, we pull into the parking lot with several luxury vehicles filling most of the lot and park.
“What are we doing?” CeCe asks, pulling her feet off the dash, bending down, and putting her sneakers back on.
I point to a group of men. “You see the group in white pants, white hats, and green jerseys that say O’Donnell’s Pub?”
“Yeah.”
“You see Fawna, Francesca, Whitley, and a few other women—I have no idea who they are?”
“I do.”
“You three are gonna join them and play ball against the old men.”
“Play ball, like baseball?”
“Slow-pitch softball, and you’d better not hold back. I wanna see that swing, CeCe Juniper Shaw.”
“Your middle name is Juniper?” Cora asks.
CeCe shakes her head. “No, Chloe and I don’t have middle names.”
“I’m gonna pick one that’s perfect for her.” I hit the button that opens the sliding doors. “And you three are gonna go bring home a W.”
