The Locker Room (The Brentwood Boys, #1)

by Meghan Quinn

Everything turned black, and before I knew what I was doing, I walked right up to bare-ass Neil, who was balls deep in said assistant, doggy style—okay, so I guess I am giving you the details—and I smacked his nuts. Exactly, you read that right. I bitch-slapped his nuts so hard—twice—thwack, thwack. I made him yelp like a chihuahua who just had his tail stepped on.

kapow! Knuckles to balls. Fist to family jewels.

She’ll see that I want her in my life too, and there is an important place for her. Because that’s what my heart is telling me. Winning Emory Ealson is a necessity, not a challenge. She’s worth it.

I can’t be mad, because it isn’t very often you find a girl your mom accepts, and from the twinkle in my mom’s eye, she really likes Emory. Makes me feel fucking awesome.

“I loved her. The first girl that ever made me feel something. She gave me air outside of baseball. She improved my game, not impeded it.”

Goddamn, Emory, don’t you realize how you fucking destroyed me in college? How breaking us up . . . don’t you know how much that killed me? You were the girl I wanted, the person I wanted by my side, for life. And you took that away and then hid it from me. You’ve been under my fucking nose this entire time and never said a goddamn word. Is it because you really want nothing to do with me? Did

“The girl you’re staring at right now isn’t embarrassed she got caught, nor is she as lifeless as you’re depicting.” I point to my chest, my shirt wet from the tears that won’t stop. “This girl is full of life, full of hurt . . . full of regret. A day hasn’t gone by that I haven’t thought about the decision I made in college.” A sob escapes me. “Not a day goes by that I don’t think about what we used to have, the bond we shared. And although it was my decision to end things, I wouldn’t have changed what I did because you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.” I wipe away a tear. “Starting shortstop for the Chicago Bobcats.”