Page 109 of Playing Hard to Hate


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Mine.

I reached, glove outstretched. It landed perfectly in my hand as the stadiumexploded.

I barely had time to process before Graham and Huntertackledme, sending us crashing onto the grass in a mess of limbs and shouts of victory.

“Wefuckingdid it!” Hunter roared, punching my chest. We made it all the way from Little League.

I laughed, rolling onto my back, the weight of the moment slamming into me. Champions. We werechampions.

Jaxon was the first to reach us, pulling us to our feet andcrushingus in a hug. “Hell of a last game, boys.” His voice was hoarse, filled with emotion.

The field became chaos. Reporters. Cameras. Fans screaming. But none of it mattered.

Ineededto find her.

Shoving through the bodies, I searched desperately. And then I saw her.

Tate.

She stood near the front, hands clasped over her mouth, eyes shimmering with tears. Millie was bouncing and screaming, while Logan grinned beside her, holding a very happy Kane.

I didn’t think. I just ran.

Vaulting over the railing, I pushed through the crowd until I reached her.

She barely had time to react before I grabbed her, lifting her off the ground, crashing my lips onto hers.

The world faded.

The noise. The lights. The thousands of people.

It wasjusther.

She gasped against my mouth, her fingers tangling in my sweat-damp hair.

I pulled back, pressing my forehead to hers. “You came.”

A watery laugh broke from her lips. “You won!” she cried, smacking my chest.

Grinning, I cupped her face. “Told you I would. All because of you. My lucky charm.”

Millie let out a whoop, smacking Tate’s shoulder. “Holy shit. This is someESPN Top Tenkind of romance.”

Tate’s laughter was soft, eyes locked on mine. “You did it, Fin.”

I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Wedid it.”

Her breath hitched, something raw flashing in her eyes.

“Now kiss her again so we can get this on camera!” Millie yelled.

The crowd erupted in cheers.

Chuckling, I shook my head. “You heard her.”

Tate rolled her eyes but smiled, and when I kissed her again, slow and deep, it was a promise.

This wasn’t just a win.