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the Block?” Trev had been spending a decent amount of time at his sports complex to make sure everything was is order for opening day. 
    “Yep, still here. Trying to get through some stuff before next week. You know how Melissa gets if the numbers aren’t done, and I don’t want to hear that madness. I got more than my fair share last week.” If I didn’t know Trev’s girlfriend first hand, I would assume she hassled Trevor daily. In reality she was super nice and funny.
    “Cool, well I need to let off some steam. You okay with me coming by to hit a few rounds?”
    There was a pause. “Everything good?”
    “Man, it’s a long story and my head’s still spinning trying to figure out what the hell happened.”
    “Uh oh, sounds like trouble in paradise.”
    “Yeah, pretty much.”
    “Alright. The beer is already in the fridge, so head on over.”
    “Be there in a while.” I was more than ready to get out of the stuffy hotel and unwind for a while. Tonight wasn’t shaping up anywhere near how I thought it would. I’d planned on taking Brooklyn down to the trail behind the house so she could take photos in the moon light. Now it was just me and Trev, as usual. “I’m going to go home and change first, and then I’m headed your way. I’ll be there soon.” I hung up the phone and shoved it back into my suit pants pocket.
     

    “You ready to smash them out of the park, L?” Trevor asked, as I walked into the brown trailer currently serving as his make shift office. He pushed away from his keyboard and came around the desk.
    “Always” I said, giving him a pound.
    “Good, let’s get to it.”
    I followed him outside into the spring night and was amazed how clear the sky was. Stars were everywhere. I couldn’t shake the thought that Brooklyn would love to be here with her camera. I followed Trev to the back side of the complex, where the batting cages were lined up. Of course he already had a couple bottles of beer against the retaining wall.
    “So what’s up?” Trev asked, pulling a bat and a bag of balls from a neatly organized pile on the ground. He handed the bat to me and headed over to the ball machine.
    “Man, I don’t know what happened. But whatever it is, I’m pretty sure she isn’t going to be talking to me anytime soon.” Even if she answered her phone—which I highly doubted she would—I knew the conversation wouldn’t be pleasant. Not that that had stopped me from trying to call twice. “Why the hell do girls do that shit?” I asked, kicking at the plate while I waited for Trev to turn on the rest of the field lights.
    “What shit?”
    “You know,” I swung the bat back and forth to warm up. “Running off before explaining what the hell they are so pissed off about.” It had been a long ass day. First my dad showed up at my place unannounced, then Brooklyn flipped out on me and I was still left in the dark. I lobbed the bat behind my head and began to pull it from side to side to get a good stretch.
    “Don’t know. Mel is always more than happy to point out what I do to piss her off. So how long are you going for tonight?” Trev asked, walking back towards me. The hum of the pitching machine warming up filled the air.
    “I don’t know yet. What’s my record?”
    “I think your last session went for three hours, and man, I’m pretty sure you had a thousand hits. Do you want to try to go for longer?”
    I remembered that day. That was last fall when I’d showed up to his house drunk on the anniversary of my grandparent’s death. Not one of my finest moments. That was not a good day. Not a good day at all.
    “I don’t know. We’ll see.”
    “So what happened with Brooklyn?” he asked. I heard Trev pop the cap off the first bottle of beer for the night. “Beer?”
    “Sure.” Trev handed me a bottle of Shock Top as the first ball flew into the fence. “Dude, I’m telling you, I don’t know. All of a sudden she just wanted to bail. I don’t know what’s