"I can't believe you wouldn't let me hit him." In the Adirondack chair beside Drake's in Flynn's backyard, Zoe took a healthy gulp of beer. She looked at Drake like he were the one at fault. "You got to punch the guy and it wasn't even your mother he insulted."
Drake bit the inside of his cheek and stared at his own longneck bottle. His temporary moment of insanity had little to do with the opposing pitcher's remark about Cat and everything to do with what he'd said about Zoe. One second Drake was irritated and ready to leave the field, the next his knuckles were throbbing.
They'd had a cookout at Flynn's after the game, rehashing the events, and were now sitting in a semi-circle, shooting the s**t as dusk descended. Off near the tree line by the riverbed, Avery's daughter Hailey was pla
