Chapter Seventy-Three

Mack

By the third inning, I’d responded to Kelsey.

Fireworks in Mexico, I must confess I’ve never witnessed, so I have no way of comparing them. 

She didn’t reply, and I assumed it was because I skirted around an apology, or she was in the lake. 

By the fifth inning, she still hadn’t replied, and the Guardians were up by two runs. I reached out again. 

We could easily make our own, and I promise they’ll be three times as good as American fireworks.

I must have peered down at my phone at least fifty times the next two innings. Cody was too busy flirting with the poor woman who was hiking the stairs to sell popcorn to notice I was only half paying attention to the game. He was also six beers in, proving himself unable to drive.

She finally responded in the top of the last inning.

Gary’s fireworks will have to do.

I frowned, my shoulders sagging. She really didn’t want to go away wit