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snorted. “I’ll say.” He nudged her shoulder, eyes on the game. “We still on for caving Sunday?”
    “Hmmm?” Kaylie caught herself staring off into the bleachers again. With a silent curse, she turned to Pete’s profile.
    “Sure. Where, when, and what do I need to bring?’
    With his dark eyes still on the players, he reached out with his right hand, and covered her left one.
    “Ah.” Kaylie looked down at their entwined hands. “What are you doing?”
    “Measuring. You have surprisingly small hands.” She must have made a sound because he glanced at her confused expression and raised a sardonic eyebrow. “Relax. I’m not making a pass.”
    “Yeah, I know that Pete, but what I don’t know is what you mean by ‘measuring’?”
    He gave her hand a light squeeze, but didn‘t let go. “I‘m thinking about what gloves we have in stock that will fit your hand. We will not have a repeat of last time, when you cut your hand because you thought your gloves were good enough.”
    “Fine.” She drew the word out like it was all such a hardship.
    “Steve and his wife, Megan will be going with us,” Pete said, referring to his older brother, who also happened to be walking up to take his position at bat. Then he gave her sheepish look. “I’ve ah, also invited Julie.” This time he was speaking of his most current lady love.
    “What? Great. So I’m going to be a fifth wheel?”
    “Not if you get a sixth.”
    “Pete.” Kaylie tugged on her hand, irritated. Her first thought was to ask Dean, but then she tossed it aside. Actually, she hurled that thought at a solid wall so it would shatter in a million pieces. Then she sighed. His expression was so forlorn she couldn’t stay mad. “Fine. I’ll ask around for a sixth.”
    “You’re a doll!” He raised their still joined hands to his mouth and placed an affectionate kiss on her palm. Even as she shook her head in amusement at his antics, she thought she heard a growl come from behind her, but then the crowd roared in approval as Steve’s bat connected with the ball, and the noise drowned out every sound.
    “Yes!” Pete hissed with pride and excitement as his brother raced to steal second base. “You’re up. Bring Steve in, but watch yourself. Their pitcher seems to have a thing against you.”
    Kaylie only grunted as she stood up. The Togan’s female pitcher had been playing like she had some sort of vendetta against Kaylie. Shelly, or Sheila, or whatever-her-name, was playing like a pro until Kaylie came up to bat. Then the woman went berserk. When the first hard ball had slammed into Kaylie’s left hip, she’d thought the pitcher just threw wild. Then the second ball tagged Kaylie in the left arm, and Kaylie had seen the cold little smile on the pitcher’s face. For some reason, the other woman was deliberately setting out to harm Kaylie and Kaylie had no idea why. And the bitch of it was that Selena, or Slut, as Kaylie starting calling her in her mind since she couldn’t remember the pitcher’s name, was a shifter, meaning every angry throw, if aimed right, could be deadly to a human. While most humans couldn’t tell a shifter from a human, Kaylie could. But why this one was showing a serious case of hate toward Kaylie, she was clueless about. The not knowing was pissing her off, and Kaylie was one direct hit away from stalking out onto the mound and finding out what the heck was going on.
    “Don’t worry, Pete. I’ll fix her little red wagon.”
    “Kaylie.” Pete held up a hand to forestall Kaylie’s interruption. “No, I won’t bet you. Just …be careful.”
    Kaylie nodded once and then wedged on her “special” protective headgear. As she reached for a bat her shoulder screamed in protest. Her jaw clenched in determination. This time she was going to show the slut what Kaylie Gentry was made of.
    When she stepped out of the dugout, cheers and stomping feet filled the evening air, her mom’s voice the loudest of all. A