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A term used when the third strike is called on a batter without the batter trying to swing at the ball.
SYDNEY
I wake up to slurping. It’s about as obnoxious as listening to someone eat. Or try to breathe through their nose when they have a cold.
My eyes pop open immediately, thinking it’s another incident where I wake up in the morning, and Tatum is standing in front of me doing shots of whip cream straight from the can. True story, it happened.
Instead, I wake up to Sadie in my bed next to me, under the covers and drinking Starbucks.
I groan and rub my face as I sit up. “You weren’t who was in this bed earlier.”
She winks suggestively. “I tried him out and then sent him on his way back to the bullpen.”
Our baseball jargon is starting to get out of hand. I also don’t believe she tried him out. “When did you get here?”
“An hour ago. It’s almost noon.”
Shit. I must have slept in. My hair’s wet though, so did I take a shower? Did he drug me because I don’t remember most of last night aside from that first time.
Sadie eyes my bedroom. “What the fuck happened in here? I’m disappointed I didn’t find him first.” She throws a condom wrapper at me. And then two more. “Three times? Now who’s the slutty sister?”
“Apparently he went for the triple play,” I note, and then we both start laughing. We lack maturity sometimes. “You know what’s funny about this?” I hold two of the wrappers up.
“What?”
“These were the ones from Collin’s glovebox.”
“Oh shit, really?”
“Yep.”
“Serves the bastard right.”
Sitting up, I look around the room. It’s trashed. My pillows are all over the place, there are pictures off the walls, a dent in my sheetrock, and my mattress is even wonky on my bed.
“Where’d he go?” Reaching for my shirt on the end of the bed, I slip it over my shoulders. “Did you see him?”
“No. But he bought you coffee.” Leaning over, she hands me a coffee and a napkin. With red crayon, he wrote me a note.
“Did he buy yours too?”
She shakes her head. “No. Ez did. I gave him and Remi a ride home this morning.”
“Where’d you sleep?”
“At Diesel’s. We went over there after we left the bar, and Nahla drove your van back here.”
“Oh.” Taking a drink of the coffee, I read the note.
Things you never want your one-night stand to say:
And he bought me coffee. The exact order I made that day I met him.
Warmth fans my cheeks at the memories.
“Were you attacked by a wild animal?”
I glance over at Sadie, holding my iced coffee in my hands. “No, why?”