“I have access to the players’ entrance, remember?”
“Even during a concert?”
He raises his eyebrows and says, “Yep,” with a pop to theP.
I sit back in a little shock. I guess dating him has perks I never thought of.
He pulls into an area and rolls down his window. He flashes an ID, but it’s obvious the guy already knows who he is how he doesn’t even bother getting up from his station to see what Evan is holding.
“Thanks, George.”
George nods in acknowledgment as we drive by. “Have a good time.”
“That’s George,” Evan points out.
“Yeah, I got that,” I tease, and he gives me the stink eye. “Is he here every day?”
“Every day we are. He said he works these events to make extra cash.”
I nod in thought. “Do you talk to George often?”
He shrugs. “Every day when I arrive and leave.”
I grin, but don’t say anything else. It’s nice to see how nonchalant he is about talking to George, like it’s something obvious he would do. I assume not everyone talks to the security guard daily, but he does. It’s little things like that, that make him different—special even.
He pulls into a parking spot, and we hop out before walking hand in hand up a ramp and to a back door.
Every person we walk by, he shakes hands with them or gives them knucks. When we get to a few people he doesn’t know, someone is already there to vouch for him to let him in.
“Jeez, I feel like I’m with a celebrity or something,” I tease.
“Or something.” Evan grins and nudges my shoulder. “Want to see the locker room before we head to our seats?” he asks, obviously excited to show me.
“Absolutely!” I try to match his tone.
He pulls me down a hallway, walking a little faster now, making me laugh because I can barely keep up.
“Ta-da,” he says when he opens the door with his arms wide.
I look around the large room, lined with cubbies and couches sitting off to the side.
“Which one’s yours?”
He drops his head to his chest with a loud laugh. “I guess I should have thought about that before I brought you in here.”
“Why?” I ask slowly, not sure why he’s acting that way.
He walks to a space that hasParkerwritten above it laughing some more.
I squint my eyes when I look at his, then to another player’s locker, then I point at him in question. “Um, why is yours pink?”
“It was a prank a few of the players played on me on opening day. I just haven’t taken the time to get it off. I don’t think I will though. Season is going good, so why change anything?”
“A little superstitious, are you?”
He pulls me close to him, so I wrap my arms around his neck. “Baseball is very superstitious, and you’re part of that so you may be stuck with me until the season is over …”
I lean up to kiss his lips. “I look at it as you’re stuck with me, so I guess we’re stuck together.”
