Page 27 of Leave It On The Field (Grand Slam 3)
“Daniel,” Evelyn says, “come on. We’re at a party. No shop talk. And you should call Seb’s agent if you’re interested in an endorsement. Right, Seb?”
“Uh, yeah,” I say. “You can talk to him, but I don’t do a lot of endorsements.”
“But everyone really appreciates your sponsorship of the team, Daniel.” Ev looks up at me. “Don’t we, Seb?”
“Yes. Thank you for your sponsorship of the team. It means a lot to everyone. You’re the reason we’re able to keep such good players around and make it into the World Series.”
“Appreciate you recognizing that, Seb.” He nods and pats my back. “Bring us home a winner.”
“We’ll see you later, Daniel. More people to meet.” Evelyn pulls me away and whispers, “Damn, Seb. You nailed the script I wrote for you.”
“Did I sound sincere?”
“Well, you were only a three on the sincerity scale at the last party. This time you were at least a five so nice improvement.” She looks up at me. “Your eyes look amazing in that shirt, by the way.”
“Thanks.” I look away as my face starts to blush. “Sophie bought it for me. She said it’s like sir million blue or something.”
“Cerulean, dummy. Why would anyone name blue ‘sir million’?”
“Why would anyone name blue period? It already has a name,” I grumble as she grabs my arm and pulls me over to another sponsor.
“Jennifer, have you met Seb Miller? Seb, Jennifer represents the largest hospital group in Miami.”
“Hi, Seb,” she says, shaking my hand. “It’s so nice to finally meet you. My husband is your biggest fan. He watches every game. I love your shirt. That color blue is perfect on you.”
“Thanks,” I say, smiling. “It’s cerulean.”
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