“Yeah, well, everyone is having a field day, thinking you were,” she says.
“We were only like that for maybe thirty seconds.” Evan stares at the photo.
“It only takes two seconds to take a photo,” she says.
“But we were in a restricted area. No one should have been back there,” he says.
“It wasn’t a baseball game. It was a concert with who knows how many groupies or road crew who couldn’t care less about protecting you as a player on the team,” Sasha reprimands, sounding like our mom.
“Hey, we thought we were alone.” I check her tone.
“You’re dating a professional baseball player. You’re never alone. Someone is always watching,” she reminds me.
He drops his head to his chest. “She’s right.” He lifts his head and meets my eyes. “I’m sorry. Let me call my agent to see what can be done.”
“There’s nothing that can be done. It’s already everywhere, reposted on multiple different accounts,” Sasha informs us, then takes a deep breath. “Look, I’m sorry I’m being so snooty about this. I just want to protect my little sister, and this—what people are saying—is not good.”
“I know. I agree,” Evan says, getting out of bed. “I’m calling to see what we can do—at least put out a statement or something saying we were not having sex and they caught us in a playful moment that only lasted seconds.”
“I’d be careful putting out there that you only lasted seconds. People will take that shit and run with it,” she teases, breaking the tension slightly.
He chuckles under his breath and leaves my bedroom to call his agent.
“You good?” she asks me.
I laugh out loud. “I was until you called.”
“As Mom always says … this too shall pass. At least you look hot in the photo.”
I pull it up again and shake my head. It would be an amazingly hot photo, if it wasn’t me in it.
Evan
I walk into the locker room, knowing I’m going to get all kinds of shit from the guys.
Of course, Jake is the first one to approach me with his hand out to welcome me in. “My guy,” he says as he slaps my hand and brings me into a bro hug.
“It wasn’t what it looked like,” I respond.
He slaps my chest. “Uh-huh. I believe you.”
Carter laughs along with him as I head toward my locker.
Chase comes up, asking, “How’s your girl handling it?”
I sigh. “Not so good. Her sister was pissed this morning when she called to tell us the news.”
“She’s protective. I get it. Dating guys like us comes with things a lot of other people don’t have to deal with. Unfortunately, the girls get caught up in the mix.” He taps my shoulder with the back of his hand. “It will all blow over. Don’t worry about it.”
I nod and get ready to head out for BP. He’s right though. My agent said there’s not a damn thing we can do and just warned me to be more careful next time we decide to do anything in public.
With a sigh of frustration, I close my locker door, grab my bat, and head out to the field.
When I get there, Eddie Stone is standing on the other side of the field, talking to Coach Declan in what looks like a mildly heated conversation.
“What’s going on there?” I ask Gunnar.
“You, lover boy.” He slaps my chest. “Owner isn’t happy.”
