Page 48 of Leave It On The Field (Grand Slam 3)
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SOPHIE
October 31, 2022
Seb and I spent about twenty minutes together when he got back from the stadium last night. He stopped by our party at the hotel, had a beer, and then went up to his room to get some sleep in preparation for game two tonight.
I wish I had gone to my room early. Our families and the Blitzen Bay crew partied well into the early hours of the morning. It was such a nice release at the time, but this morning, I’m tired, hungover, and struggling to make an early meeting with Dottie.
Raine takes the pillow off her head and tries to focus on me—her eyes barely open. “Dottie won’t care how you look. She was at the party pretty late too.”
“I’m trying to at least look good since I smell straight up like a liquor bottle.”
“Didn’t you take a shower?” She pulls the blankets over her face. “I remember hearing running water. Or was that in my dream?”
“I took a shower, but I still smell like booze.” I pull down the blanket and hold my arm out to her. “Smell me.”
“Ooo,” she says, pushing my arm away. “I don’t want to smell you. I already feel like I’m going to puke. I swear that stuff Roman was making last night had some kind of opiate in it. What did he call it? Paloma’s Punch? Who the fuck is Paloma? I hate her.”
I grab a water bottle out of the mini fridge and hand it to her. “Paloma is Roman’s mother. She’s eighty-three and could still kick both of our asses.”
“Her stupid punch already did that. I should have stopped way earlier.” She pushes herself up on an elbow and takes a few sips of the water. “Why did we drink so much?”
“Because Millie and Maisie are really bad influences.” I pull on the dress that Mom didn’t want me to pack. “I swear those two could drink most men under the table.”
“Could? They pretty much did last night. We never should have introduced them. They’re really dangerous together.” She takes another sip, then sinks back into the pillows. “I like that dress.”
“Mom thinks it shows too much boob.”
She twirls her finger to get me to spin around. “No, it’s perfect. Deb can get over it.”
“Okay, big talker. Say that to Deb’s face. I dare you.”
“Not a chance.” She holds up her hand as she pauses to retch. “Your mom has always scared the bejeezle out of me.”
Raine sniffs a few times as I spritz my perfume and run through it. “Is that the stuff you were wearing last night? Kit wanted to lick it off you.”
“She literally tried to lick me several times. She’s a trip—the perfect match for Butch.” I hand her the rest of the crackers that I’ve been munching on since I woke up. “These help to soak up Paloma.”
She stuffs a handful into her mouth and mutters. “Fuck Paloma.”
“I had so much fun last night,” I say, crawling back under the covers with her. “It was the perfect mix of people. I felt so comfortable—like I didn’t have to watch everything I said and did. That doesn’t happen much these days.”
“Yeah, that was a good group. I even enjoyed talking to Stone and Paul and their wives. They’re cool when they’re separated from Rick the Dick.” She grabs her phone and looks at a text that just came in. “Do we know why he and the high school girlfriend weren’t there?”
“No idea. Don’t care. It was just nice not feel under attack for once.” I lay my head on her shoulder to try to see her phone screen. “Who’s texting?”
“Alex,” she says, pulling it away from me. “He wants to make sure I’m okay. Paloma talked me into texting him some pretty filthy stuff last night.”
I groan when I hear a knock on the door. “Please don’t make me leave this bed.”
“Go, before they break down the door.” Raine shoves me as a louder knock vibrates through the room. “SEALs don’t like to be kept waiting.”
I groan again and roll off the bed. “Do you know who my bodyguard is this morning?”
“I’m guessing Mason. Butch and Kit were still going strong when we left last night.”
“Can you imagine what Kit’s like when she’s not pregnant?” I ask as I trudge to the door. “She was the life of the party without an ounce of liquor.”
