“You aren’t going anywhere until you talk to Cory Potter.”
I snort, straight-up snort, expelling snot from my nose. Chuckling, I bring my glass to my mouth and take a sip. “Okay, Dottie.” I roll my eyes. “Yup, let me just go talk to Cory Potter and try to seduce him. Yeahhhhh, no biggie at all.”
“What’s wrong with Cory Potter?” Dottie asks.
“Nothing. Nothing is wrong with him,” I answer, setting my drink down. “He’s perfection. Baseball royalty.”
“Exactly. So, go talk to him.”
“Dottie, you can’t be serious.” Leaning in, I whisper, “He’s way out of my league.”
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