NoelleWestlake
"What did you say your name was?" he asks dangerously, narrowing his eyes, brows furrowed. He knows it's me, he clearly still hates me, he'll call me out right here and now. It's over, it's all over.
I gulp. "Chuck," I squeak.
"Thought so." He smirks.
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It's 1961, and Charlotte "Charley" Mason is about to do something crazy: start her rookie season on the New York Yankees, the best team in Major League Baseball, disguised as a man. Only, that's not the craziest part: her ex-high school sweetheart, whom she hasn't seen in years, is suddenly her fellow rookie, the team's newest rising star, and has no idea her alias, Chuck, is his loathed ex-girlfriend. Will Charley be able to keep up her disguise under the eye of a national audience & a suspicious, vengeful, carousing, drunken ex? Or will her ex figure her out and expose her, ruining her last chance at fulfilling her lifelong dream?
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"Back off, buddy!" I command defensively, stepping between my current best friend and my ex-best friend.
"Why don't you make me?" Frankie coos, clearly thinking this is some kind of joke. His eyes are laughing at me. He probably thinks I'm weak, spineless.
"Fine!" I shove him roughly, despite the fact that he towers over me. "Now leave my friend alone!"
"I'll do whatever I damn well please!" he growls, shoving me backwards even harder. Victoria just barely moves out of the way as I bang into a bar stool.