Page 84 of Leave It On The Field (Grand Slam 3)
ChapterTwenty-Six
SEB
November 3, 2022
“I changed my mind.”
“What does that mean, Seb?” Joe’s jogging behind me down the hallway. “Changed your mind about what?”
“I’m stopping Sophie. Either she’s staying here or I’m going back to Miami. I’m not letting this bullshit separate us—even for one night.”
Joe tries to block me from the elevator doors. “Seb, she said she needed time—”
“Tough,” I say, pulsing the down button repeatedly until the door opens. “She’s not getting it. We’re a team. We handle our problems together.”
The elevator doors close so slowly that I want to grab them and pull them shut. “Move faster! Why does my room have to be on the top floor?”
“Because that’s the safest floor.” Joe stops when I hiss at him. “Oh. That was a rhetorical question? My bad.”
My head almost explodes when the elevator stops on the tenth floor. Alex is standing there when the door opens. I grab his arm and yank him inside as I attack the lobby button with my other hand.
“Damn, Seb,” Alex says, “ease up. Where’s the fire?”
“No time to explain.”
“Nine more floors to explain,” he says, looking back at Joe who’s shaking his head.
“Sophie’s trying to leave to go back to Miami. I’m stopping her. I’ve been texting her. No answer. I need to find her.”
“That’s weird,” Alex says. “I’ve been texting Raine, too, with no answer. I’m headed to the lobby to look for her.”
When the elevator doors open, I burst out and scan the lobby. I see Bob and Deb standing by the exit door. They look panicked.
I run over to them. “Where’s Sophie? I thought you left for the airport.”
“We can’t find her,” Deb says, her voice shaking. “She was just here talking to Raine. We were waiting in the car. We came back in and they were gone.”
“Gone where?” I ask, growling. “Have you texted her?”
“Texted, called,” Deb says, her eyes getting glassy. “She’s not responding. What if someone took her?”
“No one took her,” Bob says, his voice much deeper than usual. “Everyone needs to settle down. She’s probably just using the restroom.”
I start to text Sophie again when I hear a whistle. I look up to see Butch waving me across the lobby to where he’s standing with Mason, Nash, and Alex.
“Have you seen Sophie?” I ask, closing in on them.
“We’re looking for our women too,” Butch says, holding up his phone. “None of them are answering texts.”
“Hey, Miller!” A man runs up to me and points his finger in my face. “Your wife just clobbered me in the head with her purse.”
“Put that finger in my face again and I’m removing it.” I grab his t-shirt collar. “When did this happen? Speak!”
“Like a minute ago,” the guy says, his eyes getting wide.
“Where?” I demand as I tower over him.
“Right over there,” he says, pointing across the lobby. “She went out to the pool after she hit me.”
