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“Walton High School girls’ championship team players are out there. Whit was offered D1 and Gwen …” Pope chuckles. “They’re no joke.”
“I’ll throw a hundred in on the women’s team winning tonight,” Marks says, slapping a hundred on the cooler.
By the time everyone’s placed bets, there’s a grand on the cooler.
As the girls are running in, I see a familiar vehicle pull in. Leland Locke is here, and with him are Nour, AJ, and Turner.
“Better leave those bets opened.” Cyrus nods to them.
Marks looks at me. “Saw Nour outside and mentioned this. Gonna lie through my teeth when York gets pissed Locke showed.”
“Understood.”
Sitting on the bleachers, which have seen better days, Pope has his phone up as the girls hit the field.
“You recording?” I ask.
He leans over and shows me the screen.
Chloe’s face lights up. “You did this?”
“My idea to do something as a group, but when I mentioned batting cages to Abe O’Donnell, he set this in motion.”
“When Danny and I come back up, this needs to happen again. I miss batting practice with CeCe.”
“I hope she has fun.”
“She will. You did good, Rome,” Danny says.
“Batter up!” Amias, who’s umping the game, calls, and Zandor walks up, holding a wooden bat. “You know this isn’t the majors; you can use aluminum.”
“I never let you.” He winks and gets in his stance.
“Oh my God, Bekah, look at that butt,” one of the women says in the same damn tone as the song.
To this, he shakes his ass, and they all crack up.
“Strike one!” Amias calls.
“Who the hell is that pitching?” AJ asks.
“Cora.” And, yeah, that’s all I have to say because I have zero idea how they’re going to deal with that topic.
“She’s got a hell of an arm on her,” Nour comments.
“She’s got a hell of a lot of things.” AJ chuckles.
“Watch it, man,” I warn.
“I’m not talking about your girl. I’m talking about?—”
“Rookie”—Pope turns the phone so he can see the screen—“we have a lady present.”
“Sorry, ma’am,” AJ says, looking down.
“Roman, smack that boy in the back of his head. I am too young to be called ma’am,” Chloe huffs.
Pope and I chuckle.
