“Hey, Rocket.” “Hey, Redbeard.” “Walk me out?” “Sure.” She stood and he held up his left arm, wordlessly inviting her beneath it and she went, her shoulders settling into the warm nook of his body like she could never belong anywhere else. “But you should know, when you ask a pitcher to walk you, it has a totally different meaning.” His body shook with a quiet laugh. “I have an entirely new language to learn.” She kissed his shoulder, looked up at him from beneath her eyelashes. “Maybe this time, I’ll tutor you in something. Do you think you’ll be as good a student as I was?” He made a sound
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