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I glare at him then look back at the screen. “He’s earned it. Best wide receiver in the draft yesterday. He?—”
“You think he’s better than you?” Deep Dimples inquires.
What the fuck?
“He was drafted, so obviously, he is better.”
The man who seems to be getting the most enjoyment out of this shit—Red Tie—leans in. “Heard that you were offered the MLB and turned it down. Why the hell would you do that?”
My jaw muscles tighten as I hold back the obscenities I wanna throw at these assholes.
“Be honest, kid. We want to know.” Dimples clasps his hands behind his neck.
Fuckers.
“Football was more of a challenge for me, but more than that, I thought it would be cool to play in the same league, maybe even on the same team, as my brother someday.”
Dimples leans forward. “Kid, I’m gonna be honest with you; you dodged a bullet with that one.” He throws his thumb over his shoulder. “I work with all three of my brothers, and it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.”
“Truth.” Big Guy chuckles.
Red Tie asks, “You might have liked the challenge of football, but baseball was the better choice for you, don’t you think?”
I scrub a hand over my messy-as-fuck hair. “You know, sometimes, you make choices in life, and it might not pan out the way you’d thought it would. You move on, you find another thing you love, and you celebrate the hell out of your brother’s victory. So, let’s get back on track now, yeah?”
“We’d rather talk about you and baseball. It’s a better sport.” Dimples chuckles.
What the fuck is wrong with these fools?
Dimples nods his agreement. “Intelligent sport.”
“And no pads, so if your ass looks good in the pants, you simply have a good ass.” Blue Eyes smirks.
“Makes baseball a less deceptive sport, too.” Red Tied jots something down on a legal pad.
I glance at Hudson, and his shoulders and palms rise as he mouths, “I have no idea what the hell this is.”
“How far’s the drive to Bumble Fuck Valley, New York, from Virginia?” Dimples asks me.
“Not sure, but I’m guessing Google would let you know,” I answer dryly.
Red Tie, who looks like he stares in the mirror while he’s fucking, leans in and steeples his fingers. “Look, kid, you passed on Major League Baseball, which was a major fuckup on your part because … why?” he asks, looking at the others.
They all answer in unison, “Because baseball loved Roman Hart more than Roman Hart loved baseball.”
I’m ready to light into them when Red Tie says, “You know, I did some dumb shit when I was your age, too. Took getting into a relationship to realize that life did give second chances.”
“Speaking of relationship …” Big Guy holds up the legal pad, and it says:
Roman Hart,
Do you love me?
Yes
or
No
