Page 50 of Leave It On The Field (Grand Slam 3)
“I’ll be fine,” Sam says. “You just take good care of Sophie. She looks a little pale this morning.”
“I’m extremely hungover.” I pat my face a few times to try to get some color running through it. “I hope you didn’t drink as much as I did, Sam.”
“I had three beers. That’s one more than I usually have,” he says, laughing. It causes his entire body to shake. It’s so adorable that I throw myself into him for another hug.
“Sophie,” Butch says, pulling me back, “it’s seven. What floor is Dottie on?”
“Um.” I act like I’m looking for her room number on my phone. “I know I wrote it down somewhere, but I can’t find it.”
“She’s in room 212.” Sam pats my shoulder as he walks by us. “I’m going to take the stairs to get a few extra steps in. Have a good morning. I’ll see you at the game later.”
Butch looks at me and rolls his eyes as we watch Sam walk through the stairwell door. “Subtle. You should go into some kind of spy work.”
“He knows her room number!” I push at his chest with all of my strength. He doesn’t budge. “Butch! Did he sleep there last night?”
“He probably walked her to her room, nosy.” He holds the elevator door open for me. “But if he made it inside, more power to him. There’s no age limit on sex. I might have to buy him a beer later.”
When the elevator stops on the second floor, Butch does an eye sweep of the hallway, and then motions me ahead of him. I barely get a knock in on Dottie’s door before she flings it open.
“Good morning!” She waves us inside. “Come in. Come in. Butch, you’re invited in too. I have breakfast and lots of coffee.”
“Thank you, ma’am, but I already ate. If you don’t mind, I’m going to hit the gym while Sophie’s with you.”
“Oh, yes, please do,” Dottie says. “There’s no better way to start the day. I did a little exercise myself this morning.”
“I bet you did,” Butch says under his breath.
I push him out the door and whisper, “I hate you.”
“Yep,” he says, laughing as I slam the door in his face, “that’s usually the way the Butch friendship begins.”
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