“What did they offer you to participate?” Lily asks me. “A trip to Vegas.” She laughs. “Hope it’s worth suffering through the next few hours in Rafa’s presence.” “Rafael is here?” My head slowly swivels toward my best friend. Her eyes bug out of her head before she pretends someone called her name and slips away before I have a chance to choke her. “Willow!” “Remember to stick to the outfield!” she shouts before taking off to the dugout, where Lorenzo sits and stares in our direction.