Page 48 of My Three Hometown Alphas

I take not even two steps before Will walks out of his office. I have no idea how he knows, but he just does.

Older brother spidey senses, I guess.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

Honestly, I have no fucking idea what I’m doing. But if it involves her, I have a hard time believing it can be wrong.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Miles

Dirt fliesup behind me as I round second base and barrel toward third. The ball that I lobbed into the far corner of the outfield still isn’t back into the infield, so I’m going for it.

Sprinting isn’t really my thing. I’m more of an endurance guy, but I turn on all the jets I have.

As my feet pound against the dirt, my head snaps to the left. The first baseman is throwing the ball toward home, where their catcher is waiting.

The only way I’m going to make it is if I slide.

Knowing this is probably going to hurt tomorrow, I lower my body and glide across home plate. “Safe,” the umpire calls.

Thank fuck.

At least I have a run to show for my sure-to-be bruised hip.

Maybe Avery will massage it for me.

The thought pops into my brain before I even have the chance to get fully upright again.

The whole team is going wild in the dugout. It isn’t the end of the game, though, so they stay where they are. Grabbing my bat from the ground, I make my way to the fence where Lyla and Avery are cheering.

“That was awesome,” Lyla says.

Her gigantic smile makes my own grow even wider. I lean into the fence just like she is. My hand grips the chain link right beside Avery’s.

“It was pretty cool, wasn’t it?”

Lyla laughs, hopping around in a circle.

One of Avery’s fingers slides against mine, hooking around my pinky. She smiles at me when I glance her way. Unless someone was standing right beside us, they would have no idea we’re even touching right now.

I have no idea why this one tiny action feels more intimate than anything we’ve done. And that’s saying something because we have done some filthy things to each other.

Her finger tightens around mine, and she gives me a wink. “Shouldn’t you be getting back over there, hot shot?”

“Hot shot?”

She shrugs, but there’s a glimmer in her eyes.

“Eventually,” I say.

“Miles,” Will shouts, irritation evident in his tone.

“Told you,” Avery says smugly.

I give her finger one last squeeze before backing away. I toss my bat in the air, catching it with my opposite hand.

“Bye, my favorite girls,” I say, walking backwards. I swear I see a hint of blush creeping up over Avery’s cheeks, but maybe I’m mistaken.