Page 80 of My Three Hometown Alphas

Tone down the sass, kid.

“I don’t have enough hands to carry all of your stuff,” I shout.

Owen and Miles aren’t here yet. They were finishing a lumber delivery at the store, so they should be here soon—along with the Rivers brothers, who thankfully agreed to fill in for the rest of the season.

Lyla groans, looking up toward the sky the entire time she stomps back to the truck.

Dear Lord….

She grabs her water bottle and backpack from my hands as Avery rounds the truck with the cooler we packed.

“Let’s go find a good spot, since we’re going to be here for a while,” Avery tells Lyla.

We’re playing a double-header because the last time we played this team we had to end the game early.

Sienna, the owner of the local animal shelter, went into labor in the middle of the game. Her three boyfriends—yes, three—happened to be on the opposing team, so the game came to an end.

Following Avery and Lyla, I laugh to myself because I never understood how Sienna was with three men at the same time, or her best friend Hadley, for that matter, who’s with three of her own guys.

Maybe there’s something in the water in this town because look at us now.

Three of us. One of her.

I don’t regret it at all. It just is what it is. The only part that eats at me is the finite nature of our unconventional relationship.

She has another job lined up in a few short weeks, which will bring her time here to an end.

I wish there was a way we could manage to make this work, but I’d never want to take away her dream from her.

She’s worked too damn hard to earn her degree and to get this job. I would never jeopardize that by asking her to stay, despite how much I wish I could.

“Here,” Lyla says, pointing to a section of open space on the bottom of the bleachers. She and Avery get to work.

They pull out more blankets than I though they had with them, making a whole seating area for themselves that’s far more comfortable than sitting on the hard metal benches themselves

“You know you’re going to be here for two softball games, not an entire movie marathon. Right?” I ask them.

“You just focus on winning your games there, big guy,” Avery says, leaning back on the bench behind her as she stares up at me.

I want to kiss her so fucking bad.

“Too bad he isn’t going to win,” a familiar voice comes from my other side. I turn to find Tucker standing there with a smug look on his face.

Grayson and Warren stand behind him with Warren’s son, Jackson, perched on Grayson’s shoulders. They’re all firefighters and the reason why this make-up game is being played today.

Sienna walks around all three of her men, smacking Tucker on the shoulder. “Don’t badger him. They could have just said you lost the last game instead of playing it again.”

“I would have been worth it,” Warren says, which makes Sienna beam up at him.

I decide to ignore Tucker and turn to look at Sienna. “How are you doing?” I point to her daughter, who is strapped to her chest in a carrier. “How’s the little one?”

Sienna looks down at baby Mia with so much affection. “She’s absolutely perfect.” She looks up at me. “I’m doing a lot better than I thought I would only a few weeks after having her.”

We might bicker about the rivalry between our two softball teams, but I’m so happy for all of them. Somehow, they’ve made the perfect little family.

“Evelyn,” Lyla screeches, seeing one of her friends walking over from the parking lot. Evelyn is a few years younger than Lyla, but they’ve always played together when our two teams face off.

Her dad, Austin, walks behind her with Sienna’s best friend, Hadley, at his side. Hadley’s other two men, Conrad and Brooks, are a few steps behind them with their gear slung over their shoulders.