Page 53 of Leave It On The Field (Grand Slam 3)
“Oh yeah,” I say, nodding, “she definitely gives me treats.”
“Damn. I walked right into that one.”
“Yup.” I grab my suitcase and head out into the living room. “Can you bring Sophie to my office before the game again?”
“Why? You can’t wait a few more hours until you get home?”
“I can wait. I just want some alone time with her.”
“I’ll try,” he says, punching the elevator button. “But Drew’s probably going to be on high alert.”
“We won last night after she came to the office,” I say, walking onto the elevator. “We probably don’t want to screw up that mojo.”
He cocks his head. “You aren’t at all superstitious. Don’t give me that shit.”
“I’m not, but you’re superstitious as fuck. If you want us to lose because I’m not following the exact same pregame ritual, I guess that’s up to you.”
Joe hisses. “If I get her in there, you better fucking win.”
“Get who in where?” Roman asks as we walk out into the lobby.
“Joe sneaks Sophie into my private office at the stadium before games sometimes. She helps me focus.”
“Man, we should have had him in on the mission last night,” Roman says. “I thought for sure I could get Sophie up to your room. Maybe I’m not as sneaky as I thought I was.”
“Man, you’re not sneaky at all. You have the subtlety of a sledgehammer. I don’t know why I even asked you.”
“Desperate times call for desperate measures.” Roman lowers his voice and continues, “You should have asked Alex’s girlfriend, Raine, to sneak Sophie up there. I think she’s CIA. She’s barely five feet tall, but she still scares the fuck out of me.”
“Wait until you meet her friend Millie,” I say, whistling. “She’s the one who scares me.”
“I met Millie last night.” He pauses and takes a slow breath. “And I highly approve. I already told Michael if he divorces me, I’ll switch teams immediately and go hard after her. She’s one hundred percent my type—besides the fact that she’s not a man, of course.”
“Don’t let Mason hear you say that. He’s not going to like that talk even from a gay man,” I say, walking toward the doors as the bus pulls up.
“I’m way more scared of Millie than Mason,” Roman says, closing his eyes and smiling. “And I mean scared in the absolute best way.”
“Man, keep your fantasies to yourself. We’re not friends like that.” I look over my shoulder. “Thanks again for the hospitality. No offense, but I hope we don’t have to stay here when we get back from L.A.”
He points at me. “Win two in L.A. and you won’t have to stay anywhere except your house until next season.”
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