Page 67 of Dibs
“I … They wantme?” I asked into the phone.
“Who?” Gage asked without an audible sound.
I shook my head, still too dumbfounded to find the words to answer my boyfriend.
“I just got off the phone with them,” Toby explained. “They want you to come in as soon as possible and meet with the director and producers.”
I slid out of the bed, my erection softening. “It would need to be next week. I’m going to a Cardinals game on Saturday and flying out tomorrow.”
“Does that mean you’re interested?”
“I need to think about it.” Was I interested? A broadcasting career had never crossed my mind. I sure as shit hadn’t considered working with the Padres, but now the thought piqued my interest.
“Let me set up a meeting for Monday and see what they offer. I know a big part of your retirement was so you could be home with your kids, and this would allow that.”
“All right. Send me the details and I’ll be there.” Even though I had sufficient resources and I didn’t need to work, I missed being part of the MLB community. It had been a part of my life for so long, and being back in it, so to speak, could give me the puzzle piece I wanted.
I disconnected the call and turned to Gage. “The Padres want me to be a guest analyst for their pre- and post-game shows.”
“Wow, that’s amazing.”
“Is it?” I wondered and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Why wouldn’t it be?” He rose and leaned against the headboard.
“Depending on how many games they want me to cover, my nights won’t be free, possibly my weekends.”
A lot of MLB games were in the evenings. If I took the position and they wanted me to do a few games a week, or more, would I still be there for my kids during my custody time? Would Gage and I still have time together after he got off of work? Would I be able to keep coaching the Mavericks?
“Right,” he agreed, nodding his head slightly.
“But it would be an excellent opportunity to get back into that world,” I went on.
“You really do miss it, huh?” he asked.
I nodded. “It’s been a part of my life for so long. Kinda hard not to.”
Gage rose and moved closer. “I’ll support whatever you want to do, and you know I’m not going anywhere. Your nights and weekends might not be free for a few hours, but you’ll still be home every night.”
“Things would be easier if we lived together,” I admitted, and my eyes widened. “I mean …”
We stared at each other, neither of us saying anything until he finally said, “We lived together before …”
“Yes, we did,” I agreed, remembering college with a gleam in my eye.
“We have a lot of factors to consider.”
“Right.”
Nothing was said as the wheels turned in my head. Finally, Gage broke the silence. “You could crawl into bed with me every night.”
“I’d like that.” I smiled.
“And we know Dylan and Jase would be all for it.”
“One thousand percent.”
“Maybe we should consider it even if you don’t take the broadcasting job,” he suggested.
