Page 46 of Leave It On The Field (Grand Slam 3)
“Millie, what’s wrong with you?” I laugh as she pulls me away. “Are you drunk?”
She glances over her shoulder, and then smiles up at me. “Just doing a little experiment.”
“What experiment?”
She releases my arm. “Did you ever have a thing with Evelyn?”
“Evelyn Marks? That Evelyn?”
“Yes, Seb. That Evelyn.”
“No. God no. Never. We just work together.”
“Hmm.” Millie starts walking again.
“What? What does ‘hmm’ mean? You don’t believe me?”
She stops again. “I believe you, but I think Evelyn might be interested in you.”
“Not a chance.” I do a quick eye sweep of the lobby to try to find Sophie. “You’re wrong.”
“Sometimes, but not very often,” Millie says, pointing to the group of ceiling-high palm plants across the room. “Incoming.”
“Seb!”
I look up to see Sophie coming around the palms at full speed. She jumps into my body and wraps her arms and legs around me.
“Hey,” I say, circling my arms under her butt. She dives into my lips for a very drunken kiss. “Wow. Okay. Have you had a few already? Maybe three or four?”
“No, I’ve only had one glass of liquor.” She puts one finger in my face to accentuate her point. And then mouths, “One.”
“One glass, huh?” I lick her finger sending giggles rippling through her body. “How big was the glass? And what kind of liquor are we talking?”
She looks around the lobby like she’s about to reveal classified information.
“Paloma,” she mouths as she looks back at me.
“Oh, okay,” I say, whistling. “Now I understand. I thought Roman agreed not to serve you Paloma after his last pool party.”
“He gave me one Paloma,” she whispers as her forehead leans against mine. “He said he wouldn’t give me any more, but I talked him into another half glass. Don’t tell anyone. Our secret.”
“Of course you talked him into it. He’s never been able to say no to you. I guess that’s something we have in common.” I kiss her nose. “Where are Butch and Mason? They’re supposed to be watching you.”
“Playing poker.” She arches her back until she’s basically doing a backbend and points to Roman’s brother, Carlos, who’s about ten feet behind her. “Hi, Carlos!”
“Hey, Soph,” Carlos says. “You’re yelling again. Inside voice, remember?”
“Wait,” Sophie says. “Why am I upside down?”
Carlos walks over and pushes her back up. “We’re good, Seb. I’m keeping an eye on her.”
“Appreciate it, Los.”
“Carlos is covering me,” she whispers as he goes back to his watch position. “He said he would whip anyone who got near me. Whip-p-p. That’s fun to say. Whip-p-p-p. Seb, say it.”
I shake my head. “Whip.”
She laughs to herself as she pinches my lips together. “It makes your lips pucker. Say it again.”
