“They’ve got the Chipmunks ready to take their places,” Foster says.
“I’m gonna have four by year’s end,” Hayes says, “That’s more than any of them.”
“Yeah, but that’s because you inherited three of them. You’ve got plenty of years left.” Easton sips his juice.
All the Falcons look over and wave, nodding at us.
“One day this city will be ours,” Foster says, stepping toward them.
“This could be our year,” Hayes chimes in, following Foster.
“Definitely, we’re gonna have a fucking parade.” Easton falls in line with me. “And you’re going to be on that fucking bus. With Penelope and Hazel and all of us. This is your town, Goldie, don’t forget it.”
I nod, unable to say anything past the lump forming in my throat. But the further we get into the season, the more I’m pretty sure my name is being scratched off the roster.
So I say nothing, and Easton doesn’t push me.
We huddle with the Falcons and their families. We complain about them all the time, but they’re a great team and even better guys. At least if we have to share a city, it’s with them.
Mid-conversation, Hazel comes over, and I slyly give her the cookie I’ve been holding. I watch her run over to Monroe, and they share it.
“What’s up with that, Decker?” Henry asks, pushing a stroller back and forth.
“That’s Penelope Riley’s daughter, Hazel,” I say.
“Yeah, I’ve heard about her. Bodhi told me she doesn’t have a dad in her life?”
I tilt my head.
“We’ll apologize ahead of time. Bodhi has a tendency to… interfere.” He smiles as though he’s telling me I’ve been interfered with.
“Did he do it again?” Conor asks, then laughs.
“For sure! He just gave her a cookie, and did you see him look like a proud daddy when she did her routine?” Henry laughs, and they all join in. “He’s never done it when it wasn’t meant to be though.” Henry pats me on the back. “If you want to thank him, he’s right over there.”
I glance in the opposite corner where a brown-haired boy stands with Lincoln and another boy, talking to Hazel and Monroe. They’re all staring at us.
Shit, did I get swindled by a bunch of grade schoolers?
Guess I should thank them.
Chapter
Forty-Seven
Decker
* * *
“I love when you return from an away series.” Penelope’s legs tighten around my waist.
“I can’t believe you sent those pictures. I was in the dugout for one of them. I almost had to go to the plate with a fucking hard-on.” I drill into her, pressing her back into the wall.
“All the Decker fan girls would have loved that.”
“I only care about one of my fans.” My head falls to her neck. I love kissing her there, but mostly because of the noises she makes when I do. It’s definitely an erogenous zone for her.
She laughs and uses her hand on my shoulders to push up a little more, and my hands dig into her ass to push deeper inside her. “I would hope so.”
