She spins away from me. “Okay, time’s up today. I think you’ll do great.” “Not so fast.” I jog past her and pull out my keys, mitt, and ball from my backpack—always keep one on me. Curious, she tracks my every move, but I wink, hustling to unlock and step into the dugout. Pulling open the orange bin, I grab a bat and run back, shoving it into her hand without giving her a chance to say no. “You taught me something, let me teach you something.” She holds my gaze a moment and then drops hers to the hardwood in her hand. “Tobias…” “Come on, try. I’ll go easy on you.” She scoffs, making me grin,
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