Page 79 of Leave It On The Field (Grand Slam 3)
She maneuvers around me to the door. “We need to leave if we’re going to catch our flight.”
I reach over her and hold the bedroom door shut. “Talk about what, Sophie?”
“We can’t miss our flight. It’s the last one out tonight.”
“What?” I turn her around and put my arms on either side of her—my hands pressing against the door. “The plane leaves when you get there.”
She won’t look up at me. “We’re flying commercial. I’m not taking your private plane.”
“Our private plane, Sophie.” I tilt her chin up and look directly into her eyes. “Ours.”
“Let me go,” she says, trying to duck under my arm. I stop her. “Seb, get out of my way.”
“Is Butch flying back with you? Or Mason?”
“I don’t want them to. All of this is too much. The bodyguards, everything. I’m turning into someone I don’t even know. I just want to be Sophie again.”
I lean down until our eyes are even. “You are Sophie. You’re my Sophie. Nothing changes that. Just me and you, remember?”
She turns her head as I try to kiss her. “Seb, I can’t think straight anymore. I need to get out of here. Please.”
I put my forehead against hers for a second, and then roll off her until my back is pressed against the wall.
“Please don’t leave me,” I whisper as I start to sink down the wall. “Please.”
“I’m not leaving you,” she says from above me, “but I have to leave here. I’ll see you on Saturday.”
I grab her leg. “Soph, just stay with me tonight. You can fly out in the morning.”
“I need to get out of here now. I have to find my center back.”
She pulls my hand off her leg, kisses the top of my head, and then walks out of the room.
“Please, don’t leave me,” I whisper as I hear the door to the room shut behind her.
I put my head between my legs and close my eyes. Joe walks into the room. He slides down the wall until he’s sitting next to me.
“If you want to follow her back to Miami, I’m with you. Just tell me when you want to leave.”
“She doesn’t want me to follow her. She said she needs time.”
“Then give her time.” He puts his hand on my shoulder. “She’s not going anywhere.”
“She already went somewhere, man.”
“She’s not leaving you. She’ll be at the house when we get back to Miami.”
“Will she?” I slowly raise my head. “I don’t even know anymore.”
“She’ll be there. She loves you. She knows you love her.” He pushes himself off the floor, and then pulls me up. “The only thing you can do right now to make it better is to honor her wishes.”
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