Page 44 of Leave It On The Field (Grand Slam 3)
“Good Lord,” Raine says as she starts pulling me across the bar.
“Stop.” Mason jumps up from the poker table and blocks us. “No leaving the bar without an escort, especially with the way you’re both swaying right now.”
“We’re fine, Mason. Go back to your poker game.” I look around the room. “Wait, am I yelling? Why am I yelling?”
“Mason,” Roman says from behind the bar. “Go back to your game. Enjoy. My brother can watch them. Los!”
“What’s up?” Carlos asks from the corner table where he’s huddled with their other brothers—smoking cigars and observing the scene.
“Sophie and Raine are meeting the team bus,” Roman says, not looking up from the drink he’s mixing. “Make sure no one touches them except Seb and Alex.”
“On it.” He saunters over to us and puts his hand out to Mason. “I’m Los. You one of the SEALs?”
“Yep,” Mason says as they size each other up.
“I’ll take care of the ladies,” Los says, cracking his neck. “No one will get near them. Believe me.”
Millie walks over and grabs Mason’s arm. “I’ll go with them in case he needs backup. I want to call Dad anyway to see how Mo’s doing.”
“Mo!” I throw myself into Millie and Mason and wrap my arms around them. “Please tell me your sweet son is coming to a game in L.A. I need to see him again so badly.”
Millie laughs. “I’ll have Dad bring him up to L.A. if you can get them tickets.”
“Mo can have anything he wants,” I say. “He can have a million tickets. I love him so much.”
“Come on, Soph. The bus is pulling in.” Raine grabs me and pulls me toward the lobby. “And quit yelling, you freak.”
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