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“How in the world did you get these seats?” Allison asked as she and Heather settled into their front row seats, right behind home plate.
Heather shrugged, her long braid tumbling over her shoulder when she turned her head away. There was something in Heather’s eyes that she was trying to hide, but she could never hide anything from Allison.
“These had to cost you a fortune.”
Heather shook her head and stuffed her hot dog in her mouth. Another tell. Heather talked almost as much as Allison. If she was keeping quiet, it was because she knew something and was trying not to say it.
“I slept with the new catcher last weekend. Cole Bryant? He was dynamite in bed. I wonder if he’s playing tonight.”
“He was supposed to, which was why he gave me these tickets to bring you, but then he got
