"Me and Spin."
"Are you insane? Spin barely knows me. They're not following me anywhere."
"Who do you think convinced them to meet with Carson one more time?"
She steps back. "What are you talking about?"
"The world is a small place, babe. Marley's younger brother had been to a Stevenson Summer Combine several years ago. My family knows his family."
"Funny how you never mentioned that."
"We aren't best buds, but I may have told him his number one fan worked up there, and that I'd owe him one if he took a meeting."
"So he wasn't dazzled by me. It was all a set up," she says disappointed.
"Partially a set up."
I pull her to me again and lift her chin. I need her to know how sincere I am.
"I never told them what your name was, and we made no agreement that they'd have to stay on. The only deal we made was to give you guys a meeting. They were drawn to you specifically all on their own, and because of whatever you told them in there."
"And Peter?"
"All I asked him to do was give me a call if Spin called a meeting, and to make sure that you were sitting in on any meeting if they did. Little fucker didn't call me though, but at least you were there."
"Why'd you do all of this, Saint?"
"Because I was falling in love with you, and even though I didn't know it at the time, I knew that I wanted to help you reach your five-year goals. I wanted to be the man to help you get there. To make you happy. And now I want to be the man that helps you plan your next five years and your next fifty–if you let me."
She kisses me tenderly on the lips.
"Thank you."
"Why are you wearing all those clothes and I'm just wearing these?"
I look down at my boxers.
"You know how exhausting it was peeling off the clothes of a two hundred forty-five pound quarterback?" She giggles throwing my words back at me. "I didn't have the energy to take mine off too."
"Let me help you then." I trail my knuckles down the side of her face.
I raise Sabrina's arms and slowly peel off her blouse and bra, but I leave the skirt. I love her in it. I've jerked myself off to the images of her in them when I'm on the road. So it stays.
"It's been a while since you've been in my bed," I say to her.
"We've never done it in a bed."
"Damn, we haven't?"
"You're very impulsive."
"Well, let me rephrase that by saying it's been a while since I've been inside of you."
"You're a very busy man."
"I'm never too busy to give my lady what she needs."
"And what do I need?"
