Chapter 13
SAWYER
Friday evening
I had to get out of there. Or I would have done something I shouldn’t do.
Something I can’t do. Not anymore.
Not for the next two weeks. And probably not ever.
Not with Naomi.
I’m shitting all over our pact. The one with Sevin. The one with the only brothers I’ve ever known.
Agreements like these were made for a reason.
They were meant to keep teammates and friends from f*****g up their friendships. They were meant to ensure the blood bond that happens between two men when they each share a pint of their own on the baseball diamond stays intact.
And right now, a full twenty-four-hours (and then some) after leaving Naomi back in the men’s locker room, every ounce of my patience is being tested.
Brewing myself another shake from the ruined bananas
