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“Can you bring that one over?” I asked.
“Sure,” Magnum said.
Squinting against the sun, I pulled my baseball cap lower and leaned over the fence.
After the bachelor party last night, I couldn’t sleep. I tried for hours and I just couldn’t. Every second of the night, I fought the urge to go to Hilary’s apartment and ask her how their bachelorette party had been. What if she had hired strippers? What if she had hooked up with one?
Paranoid, I went to Gabi’s bedroom, woke her up, and asked her how it went. She threw one of her pillows and yelled at me to get out of her room. Well, I deserved that.
Still, I couldn’t sleep. We had the day off—no games or practice, but I knew João Pedro wanted to go to Fresno soon to check on some polo ponies. In Brazil, our ranch bred and trained
