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Authors: Celia Aaron,Sloane Howell
Cleat Catcher (The Cleat Chaser Duet Book 2) (24 page)
N
IKKI
6 MONTHS LATER
T
HE STADIUM ROARED
on all sides, creating a wall of sound to greet the Ravens as they took the field on Opening Day. I rose to my feet and screamed for Braden as he trotted from the dugout and gave me a wide smile.
“Is it always this hot?” My mother clicked open an ornate pink fan.
“It’s springtime. Perfect baseball weather.”
The Opening Day magic floated in the air, brightening the grass, giving the sky a little extra blue, and making a World Series season seem possible. The baseball gods smiled as the players got ready to begin the inning.
I brought my gaze back down to the player who stole my heart. Braden kicked up some dirt at home plate as the first batter for the Sentinels took some practice swings.
“Hey, catcher! Go easy on those knees.” Kasey cupped her hands around her mouth. “You’ll have to use them later when you take a big ol’ Easton-dog right in your kisser!”
I turned and gave her a pointed glare, then glanced to my family and back to her.
She shrugged. “What?”
Mom covered her face with her fan and shook her head.
“Oh, come on, Cat. It’s all in good fun.” Dad wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
She peeked over her fan as Braden waved at me and then gave Kasey the finger.
I laughed, joy bubbling inside me at how natural he looked on the field. His rehab had gone well, and his MCL had healed without any lingering pain or problems. Today was the test, though—the first full game since he was pulled last season. I’d done some extra bedazzling on my tank top and shorty shorts with his number, and I’d forced Kyrie into wearing my bedazzled gifts, too. We were the team’s number one fans, and we bore bedazzled proof.
“Ball parks never change. It smells the same way it did when I was twelve years old.” Ben looped his arm across the back of Kasey’s chair. “What do you think, Kase? Are the Ravens going to bring this game home?”
“Not with shitnuts as catcher and cuntflaps as pitcher, no.” She grinned, tossed a piece of popcorn in the air, and caught it in her mouth.
“Come on. Why so little faith?” Ben had a crush on Kasey since they first met over Christmas break. He couldn’t come to terms with the fact that she wasn’t into men. It was kind of cute, if doomed.
“Have you ever heard of a little something called a jinx?” Kasey slapped him on the side of his head. “I’m not going to say what I really think lest the baseball gods come down on us. So just agree with me that we’re fucked.”
“Totally fucked.” He nodded.
The umpire yelled to get the game going, and the crowd roared with approval. My stomach twisted in a knot as Braden hunkered down behind the plate and Parham took the mound.
“How long do you think it will take for them to score a goal?” My mom stowed her fan and pulled out her phone.
“Mom, pay attention. This is important to me.” I took my seat next to her. “And to Braden.”
Braden had managed to smooth over the ruffled feathers from his first meeting with my parents. We’d spent the Christmas break in Florida at my parents’ house. He’d charmed them with his baseball tales to the point that even Mom warmed to him. It didn’t hurt that she’d discovered the number of zeroes attached to the end of his salary as starting catcher for the Ravens. I hadn’t heard so much as a peep from her about Carter since the incident outside the restaurant.
“And please don’t ever say ‘score a goal’ in the ballpark ever again.” My dad’s eyes were bright and focused on the game.
“Or whatever it is they do.” She waved her hand at the batter who swung and missed on his first pitch.
Braden threw the ball back to Parham and squatted back behind the plate. Two more strikes, and the hitter was out.
It was an almost even game for the first few innings. But in the sixth, when Braden knocked in two runs with a shot down the first base line, the Ravens went up by four. The stadium relaxed, though opening day excitement still maintained a hum of adrenaline.
“I’m going to get some more beer.” Kasey stood during the seventh inning stretch. “Anyone want?”
Ben scrambled to his feet. “I’ll go with you.”
Kasey put a hand to his chest. “No thanks. Your trouser snake will scare away all the pussy. I can’t have you cramping my game.”
Mom slapped Kasey’s leg. “Honestly. Do you
really
have to be so vulgar all the time?”
Kasey smirked. “Yeah, pretty much. So, you feeling a Bud, Mrs. Graves?”
Mom sighed. “I’ll have a Stella in a nice glass. If they don’t have a nice glass, make sure whatever they put it in is clean.”
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll spit shine it myself if I have to.” Kasey took the stadium steps two at a time, and Ben sank down next to me.
I patted his knee. “It’s never going to happen. You know this, right?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He trained his eyes on Parham, whose arm was starting to fade.
“Kasey is a poon-hound. Trust me. Remember when she groped my tits on national TV?”
“Yeah.” He snorted. “That was pretty funny.”
“That’s who she is. You aren’t going to change her. Trust me.”
“I guess you’re right. She’s just so …”
“Not for you.” I kept my tone emphatic.
“I got it loud and clear. I have plenty of other prospects.” He shrugged. “Kasey isn’t the only poon-hound around here.”
I pretended to vomit. “Yick.”
Kyrie jumped up and darted to the net. “Easton’s coming out!”
“I knew he liked the cock all along.” Kasey had returned and handed a beer to my mother.
She took a big swig of her own and smacked Kyrie on the ass as she walked past.
Kyrie shot her a glare. “You know what I mean.”
Braden stood and ran out to the mound to greet him. But halfway there, he took an odd step. My breath caught in my throat. I watched in horror as he collapsed, his knee giving way. Mom clutched my hand.
“Shit.” Kasey drew out the word as Easton ran to Braden.
Easton hit the turf and felt around on Braden’s knee as his teammates began to draw in closer. I couldn’t blink, my eyes riveted on Braden as he gripped his knee and rolled back and forth. The Coach came from the dugout and called time while he went to investigate.
Please no, please no, please God no.
The Coach bent over and had a word before backing away and talking to the ump. Easton got to his feet, then helped Braden onto his good leg. He hobbled a few steps, until Easton scooped him up and threw him over his shoulder.
Instead of walking to the dugout, Easton carried him to the wall at the edge of the net. I dashed over and pushed through the fans with Kyrie right behind me. My eyes watered as Easton set Braden down on his good leg.
Leaning over the brick wall, I saw the tears in his eyes. Then he fell, dropping to his knee. Easton followed him down, both of them sobbing, their faces turned toward the grass.
“Oh my God, is it that bad?” I put a hand to my mouth.
“It’s really bad, Nik.” Braden’s voice shook.
I clenched my eyes shut as dread washed through me. Had the MCL finally pulled all the way free?
“A game changer.” Easton slapped Braden on the back.
“A show stopper. All over, man. For the both of us.”
They reached into their pockets.
My brain couldn’t process it. Why were they on their knees and holding velvet ring boxes? The crowd around me began to titter and yell, and then the entire stadium started cheering as my shocked face was broadcast on the giant monitors. Kyrie gripped my elbow as we both stared down at the tricksters in the grass holding diamond rings.
“Fuckbags been running a game on us.” Kasey leaned on the brick wall to get a better view of Braden and Easton and the rings they offered. “Nice hardware, though. Someone with
excellent
taste must have helped pick them out.” She gave a self-satisfied smirk.
I swallowed hard, and Kyrie began to tremble at my side.
Easton grinned. “Kyrie—”
Braden grinned even bigger. “Nikki—”
In unison they asked, “Will you marry me?”
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