"Oh?" Rhys put on a smile, but it didn't look like he was happy. "You think after a year off, I'm too weak? Too slow? Have no control?"
Zeke showed a crooked grin. "You might be a little out of practice after a year off. Meanwhile, I've become one of the best batters in the game. Even the MLB wants me."
My jaw dropped. I've never seen Zeke so...arrogant.
Rhys cracked his knuckles. "I guess I need to show you how well I've recovered. Not just mentally, but physically too. I'm better than I was before I tore up my arm. I'm at a higher level."
"That doesn't mean much when you're just doing bullpen sessions." Zeke told him. "Have you even practiced against live hitters?"
"Let's go 'practice' right now." Rhys left the room.
Zeke followed.
"I want to play too!" Noah chased after them.
I hurried to keep up.
