a huge grin back—probably because she was pretty sure she was one of the only people he knew who always called him james.
okay, then. she’d had a very intense coach in little league who was always screaming things like “leave it all out on the field!” while a bunch of nine-year-olds, including her, looked back at him in confusion and would drop their gloves and caps on the ground, for lack of a better idea. but, she still liked that particular expression—not because she needed to be reminded to hustle, but so she could remember to keep whatever happened in a given game inside the white lines, and not spend 