Page 86 of Leave It On The Field (Grand Slam 3)
“More than enough. Dottie won’t like that at all. Get me the evidence. She’ll be gone by the morning.”
Millie taps on her phone. “Sending it now.”
“Seb,” Evelyn says, whining. “I can explain. Sophie’s ruining you. You deserve so much better than her.”
“Shut up.” I hold up my hand. “Just shut up. If you ever get near my wife or me again, I’ll have you arrested.”
Joe pulls Evelyn out of the pool and points her toward the exit door. “We’re talking to Dottie right now. Raine and Millie, please join us.”
“On it,” Raine says as she and Millie follow them to the door.
“Seb,” Sophie whispers, her body suddenly going limp on my shoulder. “Too much blood rushing to my head. I think I’m going to pass out.”
“Sorry, babe.” I slide her down my body a little bit so she can get her head upright. “Are you okay?”
“Dizzy.”
“Wrap your legs around my waist and put your head on my shoulder.”
“You can put me all the way down,” she says. “I think I can stand.”
“I’m not putting you down,” I say, kissing her forehead. “You’re a flight risk.”
“A flight risk or a fight risk?” She scrunches up her face and starts silently laughing at her joke.
“Are you on the Paloma juice again?” I ask, smiling. “Because that joke wasn’t even close to being funny.”
“It was hilarious.” She closes her eyes and laughs again. “And not drunk. Just dizzy.”
“Put your head on my shoulder, baby.”
She lays her head down and whispers, “I’m sorry I walked out on you, Seb. I don’t want to go back to Miami. I’m staying here.”
“Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong.” I kiss the side of her head. “Can we go up to our room and talk about it there?”
“Yes, please.” She wraps her arms around my neck. “Can we order pizza? Fighting makes me hungry.”
“Yeah, baby. We can order pizza—”
Her head pops up. “And cheesy bread.”
“Soph.” I shake my head. “We’ve covered this a hundred times. Pizza and cheesy bread are the exact same thing.”
“False,” she says, tilting her head. “Cheesy bread doesn’t have toppings.”
“Then it’s just like ordering cheese pizza.”
“Seb, no.” Her eyes get wider. “It’s thicker than pizza. It’s totally different.”
“Fine. We can order cheesy bread too. But you can’t eat as much of it this time. It always makes you sick.”
As we walk back into the lobby, Deb and Bob run over to us.
“What’s happening?” Deb puts her hand on Sophie’s back. “Is she hurt? Who is that woman with Joe? Did she attack Sophie? Why is everyone wet?”
Sophie lifts her head. “Mom, I’m fine. I’ve decided not to leave. You can go back if you want, but I’m staying.”
“Seb, put her down,” Deb says, looking up at me. “I don’t know what’s happened in the last ten minutes, but Sophie needs separation from everyone right now—including you.”
