Page 49 of Leave It On The Field (Grand Slam 3)
“I’ve witnessed drunk Kit. Honestly, there’s not much of a difference. I’m not sure she has any inhibitions, regardless of alcohol consumption.”
I look through the peephole. Butch is standing in the hallway.
“How?” I ask as I open the door. “How do you look this refreshed when you drank double what I did and went to bed after me?”
He shrugs as he walks in and closes the door. “SEAL training and about a decade more drinking experience than you. There’s no way you can compete.”
I point to Raine who’s peeking out of the blankets. “Are we the only ones who are this hungover?”
“Naw, I just left Mason’s room. Millie’s pretty bad. We told y’all not to drink that fruity crap. Roman looked like a mad scientist when he was mixing it,” he says. “By the way, Mills wants the women to meet in her room in about an hour for girl talk. She said it’s something about Sam.”
“What about Sam?” I ask, pouting my lips. “Is he okay?”
Seb and I met Sam this summer when we bought Blitzen Bay from him. He’s an adorable seventy-eight-year-old widower. Although he gives me absolutely no reason to worry about him, for some reason, I always do.
“I’m sure he’s fine,” Butch says. “Millie’s just obsessed with him. She never knew either of her grandpas. I think she’s adopted him.”
“We all have,” I say, frowning. “Now I’m worried.”
“I’m pretty sure I know what it is.” Raine’s eyes get wide as she throws her hands over her mouth.
“You have a secret!” I hop back on the bed and pull her hands down. “What? You have to tell me.”
She lets out a little squeal. “Okay. Brace yourself. Our precious Sam . . . left the party last night . . . with Dottie. I think there might have even been a sleepover.”
I push her shoulders back. “You put those words back in your mouth right now! They’re both in their seventies.”
She looks up at Butch. “You saw them, right? Over in the corner of the room, whispering to each other all night.”
“I saw.” Butch nods. “And I think you both need to mind your business. Let my guy live.”
I look back and forth between them. “How did I miss this? Someone fill in the details.”
“Quit being nosy.” Butch nods to the door. “It’s five minutes before seven. We need to leave. I hate being late even when it’s not my thing.”
I point at Raine. “I’ll meet you in Millie’s room when I’m done. No gossip until I get there. Promise?”
“Promise. And pump Dottie for information.” Raine sinks back into the bed. “If I can’t have sex with my boyfriend until this stupid series is done, I might have to live vicariously through a seventy-year-old.”
Butch surveys the hallway, and then points me out of the room. As we start down the hall, Sam comes out of his room. I stop so suddenly that Butch crashes into me.
“Well, good morning,” Sam says, a warm smile spreading over his face. “Careful where you’re walking, Butch. You almost killed our sweet Sophie. Are you okay, dear?”
“I’m fine,” I say, throwing my arms open to give him a hug, “but a hug will make me feel even better.”
“I’m always up for hugs.” He squeezes me tightly. “Why are you up so early? Frankly, I wasn’t sure any of you would be alive this morning after last night’s party.”
“I’m barely alive, but I promised the team owner I would help her with a few interviews this morning.” I tilt my head and smile at him. “Her name’s Dottie. I think you met her last night.”
“I did. She’s a lovely woman.”
I look up at Butch and smile. He shakes his head and points toward the elevator.
“Where are you off to, Sam?” Butch asks.
“I thought I would get a walk in on the beach before things get too crazy.”
“That sounds good,” Butch says. “Remember to get a security card from the police before you leave so they’ll let you back into the hotel. Do you have your phone? Call me if you have any problems.”
