He nods. “I did. When can we come back?”
I chuckle under my breath as I start the car. “We’ll have to see.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Evan
Last night was, I’d say, the perfect night. Getting to be with my family and getting to know Christy more was honestly the best of both worlds.
When I wake up, I text her with a simple:
Good morning.
I love that she responds with:
Morning!
And we leave it at that. I know we are both busy, but just having this little connection is all I need to get up and get my day going.
We have a day game, then head out to New Jersey for a three-game series there. After that, we come home for another three-game series, and then I’ll have a day off. Well, kind of a day off considering I get to sleep in and not leave for our next series until nighttime.
The seven-day countdown until I get to see her again has begun.
I head to the locker room, then shake my head when I get there, remembering my locker is still bright pink.
Gunnar, our shortstop, places his hand on my shoulder. “Do you want help getting that off?”
I look back at it and then turn to him. “It’s kind of growing on me. I’ve been playing well, so maybe I’ll leave it.”
He laughs. “Up to you, man.”
I finish getting ready and head out to the field for some BP. When I step on the field, I see Eddie Stone standing nearby, watching everyone hit.
He turns to see me and walks toward me. “Hey, Evan,” he says, so I stop what I was doing and walk his way.
“Hi, Eddie.” I hold out my hand to shake his.
We do, and then he places his other hand on my arm. “Quick question for you. Who were the three little boys running the bases on opening night? I didn’t think you had any kids.”
“Oh, no, I don’t. Those were my two nephews and the son of a girl I’m seeing.”
He nods slowly. “Okay, well, if you could keep it to just true family, we’d appreciate it.”
I pinch my eyebrows together, never thinking there would be a problem with bringing them to the field. “Was I wrong, bringing them down here?”
“Oh, no. No, you’re totally fine. It was opening day and all. Your nephews don’t live here, I take it?”
“No, they live in Texas, where I’m from.”
“Okay then, it won’t be an issue. Just forget I said anything.”
He pats my back and goes back to where he was when I arrived at the field, leaving me confused as I walk back to where my bat is kept on the field.
“What was that all about?” Kelton asks.
I think about it some more before I respond, “He was saying to keep any kids I bring down to the field to pure family.”
He lets out a sharp laugh. “Seriously?”
