Pucking Ever After(Jacksonville Rays, #2.5)

by Emily Rath

“Either you can go get the baby, and not get arrested because you work here, or I’ll do it and definitely get arrested,” he shouts. “I’m fine with either outcome. But someone is getting my friend his baby, Tanya. I assume we’re flipping for it?”

“If you diss Taylor to my fucking face right now, I will file for divorce so fucking fast, I swear to fucking god, Mars.”

“She’s a fucking lyric wizard, Mars. And she knows more about love and heartbreak than all the poets, all the heart doctors and brain scientists, all the movie writer people.” He waves his hand emphatically with each thing he adds to the list. “She knows us, Mars. You know? She like…she knows us.” He pounds his fist to his chest.

“Oh fuck, here comes the bridge,”