Page 63 of The Devil In Denim
“And your dad kept him on?”
“For a year or so. Then he sent him to the Preachers.” And from what she remembered, Will hadn’t taken kindly to being sent to the minors. “Eventually he quit. He got Jack to try and buy the Preachers. But Dad turned them down. Will wanted to move them out to Texas. Start his own franchise or something. I don’t really remember all the details. But he’s not someone I’d choose to hang out with.”
“Glad to know I’m entertainment enough for you.”
“Don’t get too cocky. Dead pigeons are more entertaining than Will Sutter,” Maggie said. She smiled at him though. The seats in the box were too far apart to allow for any sort of surreptitious touching. Which was probably just as well. She still hadn’t really figured out if she wanted to take the touching any further. Well, her brain hadn’t. After watching Alex run laps the day before, her body was fairly certain that further exploration was warranted. But she was determined not to let her body do the thinking.
“Got it.” Alex settled back in his seat. “Plus Ramona will just want to talk to me about Brett and her other clients. I want to relax.”
“You don’t think Brett will leave, do you?” Maggie asked, stomach dropping. She’d been away from Hana the last few years. It would suck to have her move halfway across the country because Brett changed teams.
“You know him better than I do,” Alex said. “We’ve upped his contract offer as far as we can, so it probably boils down to whether he wants to play for us or wants a lot more money.”
“Hana would murder him if he dragged her away from here,” Maggie said.
“Good. Hopefully he’s sensible enough to be scared of his wife like the rest of us,” Alex said. “But this was meant to be a night off, let’s talk about something other than baseball.”
“If you wanted it to be a night off, you should’ve picked a nonsport activity. You know it’s going to be in the papers and on TV that we’re here if we’re spotted?”
“It’s football, not baseball.”
“Still, you’re sports news at the moment. Someone will notice and let the baseball guys know,” Maggie said. “Should’ve gone to the ballet.”
He nodded. “Maybe you’re right.” He nodded down at the field where the cheerleaders were just starting to spill out onto the AstroTurf. “But hey, there are dancers here.”
Maggie rolled her eyes at him. “Hardly the same thing.” She leaned forward too as the music started to play. “I can’t remember the last time I heard the words ‘booty shake’ at the ABT.” She tapped Alex’s knee. “Don’t go getting any ideas either. No cheerleaders in baseball.”
“Gotta have something to entertain the crowds between innings.”
“That’s what organists are for. And if the organist isn’t enough, think of something else that doesn’t involve booty shaking.”
He grinned at her. “Want to entertain me between innings?”
She stuck her nose in the air. “Football doesn’t have innings. Stop flirting.”
“Nope. It’s my night off. No one from the Saints is here.”
“Just lots of reporters and sports fans.”
“Perhaps I should’ve picked ballet after all,” he muttered. “The boxes at the ballet are small. And dark. More fun.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her.
“Too late, you chose the sports fix,” she said, ignoring the urge to grin back at him. “Now you just have to suck it up.”
“Is that so?”
“Yep.” Prudently she shifted slightly in her seat, widening the gap between them. Alex shot her a look but then leaned back in his own seat and pulled his phone out of his pocket and started tapping away at the screen.
“Are you working?” she said, trying not to feel indignant. But then her bag vibrated softly against her calf and she leaned down and pulled her phone free. The notification screen said she had one new text from the devil. Whoops. She probably should change how he was listed in her contacts now. She angled the screen so he wouldn’t be able to see and keyed in her passcode to unlock the phone.
Point of order. Talking about sucking is unfair when I’m not allowed to touch you.
Heat flooded her cheeks and she almost dropped the damned phone. She stole a sideways glance at Alex who was apparently fascinated by the action down on the field. Though he was idly flipping his phone from hand to hand with those long tanned fingers.
Devil man. He was trying to drive her crazy.
Are you seriously sexting me during a play-off game? She hit send.
She ignored the almost immediate buzz from Alex’s phone and stared down at the teams who were assembling for the national anthem while she waited for his response.
