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This was not the place to pop wood. Some parent might think he had a thing for little boys, damn it.
    He had trouble losing the hard-on though, because every time he blinked, he saw her. And sure enough, before he got his problem under control, some guy tapped him on the shoulder.
    "You must be Jonah De Marco's uncle?" the stranger asked, reading from a piece of paper in his hand.
    "Yes," he answered, wondering how the man knew that, since he'd told Dan there was no way he'd ever wear one of those ugly uniform shirts with embroidered names. The guy's shirt said 'Parks and Recreation' and 'Athletic Director'. Surely nobody had seen his erection and reported him. Were parents that paranoid these days?
    The man gave Colton a friendly grin. "Had to be, you're the only guy here I don't know. Which kid is he?" the stranger asked, dropping down to sit on the concrete step beside Colton, looking through the fence at the field.
    His dilemma was almost, but not quite funny, Colton thought. But his problem was sure enough cured for the time being. "The one in the Dodger's jersey."
    The man chuckled, his eyes riveted to the activity on the field. "Should've figured that one out on my own, since he lived in L.A. That's a nice stadium, though. I went to a couple of games there once."
    It took Colton a second to realize the man meant Dodger Stadium. "Never been, I'm not a baseball person."
    "But you know one," the man replied. "And, it sounds like you signed up to raise one. You'll catch on soon enough."
    "I know one?" Colton repeated, figuring the other part was more or less a given.
    The man turned his attention to Colton now, giving him an assessing gaze. "I had a visit from our former league secretary Lila Walker today, about your nephew. It's a shame about your sister. That's why I like smaller towns, myself."
    "Yeah, my Dad was pretty upset when Sarah announced her plan to go to L.A., but she was eighteen. Sorry, I didn't get your name."
    The man laughed and turned to stick out a hand, glancing down at his shirt before meeting Colton's eyes, his ruddy face reddening a bit more. "Tucker Sizemore, sorry," he apologized with a rueful chuckle, "I thought this shirt had my name on it."
    They shook hands and Tucker stood up. "Watch for a guy about five-two or five-three, driving a white Ford Ranger, would you? Introduce yourself. His name's Reggie. I see somebody who wants a piece of me. If I move now, maybe my blood won't get on your shoes."
    Colton was trying to figure out how the hell he was supposed to see this guy's truck from his seat inside the field, let alone why he needed to introduce himself, but he nodded as the Parks and Rec Athletic Director walked away and watched as one of the women stalked up to the man. Judging from the way she was pointing her finger in the poor guy's face, Parks and Rec wasn't all fun and games, he thought with a smirk as he memorized the woman's face so he could make sure Eric got her service ticket if she ever showed up at the garage.
    He caught a flash of blue out of the corner of his eye and watched as Jonah ran across the infield to stand on the mound. After a few pitches, even the Tucker guy and the angry lady stopped their debate to watch, so he figured the kid must be doing something right. Like the man said, he'd catch on. All three of them would, he vowed grimly. Eric and Dan thought the world started and ended with cars.
    "That your kid?" he heard from his left.
    Looking around, he assumed this could only be Reggie, since the guy wasn't quite as tall as Jonah. He used such a wide-legged stance it caused Colton to wonder if he subconsciously took up a lot of horizontal space to compensate for his vertical lack. "Nephew, but he's mine," Colton agreed.
    Reggie, if that was who the guy was, didn't say another word. The practice continued, another kid eventually replacing Jonah on the mound, but instead of coming off the field, the kid ran to stand beside third base, knees bent, pounding one hand