Preservation (The Walshes, #7)

by Kate Canterbary

Before I could reply, she was shooting out of her seat and shouting at the umpire to get the dirt out of his eyes and make a decent call for once in his life. She peppered it with enough profanity to make the first baseman turn and stare at her, open-mouthed. "Well done, bro," I said as she sat down.