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A ball rammed the fence beside his shoulder, rattling the entire structure. Michael swore, and Emily jumped. He turned to slap the button again.

When he turned back, she’d come closer, until only three feet of dirt and a chain-link cage separated them.

“I need this job,” she said, her voice full of false bravado. Like she’d had to dare herself to walk out here.

“Maybe you shouldn’t try to kill your customers, then.”

She licked her lips and fidgeted. “I didn’t ... I thought you were going to—”

“Yeah, I know what you thought I was going to do.” He adjusted the grip on his bat and turned back to face the machine. No matter how careful he was, all they could see was his potential for damage.

Like he would have needed a bat. Didn’t she understand that?

He hit the button. A ball came flying. He swung.

Crack.

“Well,” she said from behind him, “I saw what you did to Tyler last week.”

What he’d done. That was rich. “Yeah, poor Tyler.”

“He said you jumped him after school.”

Michael couldn’t even turn around. Fury kept him rooted until the next ball shot out of the machine. He swung hard. This one hit the nets and strained the ropes.

Of course Tyler would make him out to be the bad guy.

He tossed a glance over his shoulder. “I’m sure you got the whole story.”

She hesitated. “If you’re just coming here to hassle me, I’ll tell my parents.”

From any other girl, it would have been an empty threat. The kind of threat you stopped hearing in third grade.

From her, it meant something. Emily Morgan’s parents could cause serious problems for his family.

Michael gritted his teeth and made his voice even. “I’m not doing anything to hassle you.”

Ball. Crack. He brushed the sweat out of his eyes.

She was still standing there. He could feel it.

“Here,” she said.

He didn’t turn. “What?”

She was close enough now that the earth whispered to him about her presence. “I’ll get today,” she said. “For trying to kill you and all.” Then the fence jingled, as if she was fiddling with it.

Another ball was coming, so he couldn’t look. He swung and sent it flying.

She’d get today? What did that mean?

He turned to ask her, but she was already slipping through the tinted door into the office.

But strung through the fence was his crumpled five-dollar bill.

CHAPTER 2

Emily pushed rice and chicken around her plate and wished she hadn’t mentioned Michael Merrick to her parents. Because now they had a new topic to argue about.

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