I hang up the phone, giving Reese my attention again. “Sorry about that,” I say, using the towel to wipe my face again.
When I sling it back over my shoulder, I don’t miss the way her cheeks have turned a shade of pink or the way those blue eyes work their hardest to focus on my face.
She clears her throat. “Miller is coming to San Diego?”
“She is. Max too.”
“You know, I’ve never formally met her before.”
“You haven’t?” My head rears back. “How is that even possible?”
“I’ve seen her around the field with you, Kai, or Kennedy, but yeah. I haven’t met her myself.”
“I’ll introduce you this weekend. But fair warning, she’s absolutely insane and will most likely say something highly inappropriate, so just ignore that.”
A smile lingers on her lips. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
I lean a shoulder into the doorway and catch Reese quickly checking me out again.
I like working out to clear my head and to strengthen my body, but my boss’s attention will be good motivation too.
“What’s up?”
She hesitates. “I just wanted to apologize for being a little word-vomity last night. It was a long day, and that wine was disturbingly easy to drink.”
“You don’t need to apologize for anything. It was nice... talking with you. Buzzed or not.”
“It was.” She takes a deep breath, rocking back on her heels. “And I was thinking that maybe we could call a truce that lasts longer than just last night.”
I feel my smile fighting its way through. “I think I’d be up for that.”
“Perfect. Because I want to take you somewhere before our flight.”
“Right now?” I glance down at my bare chest, reminding Reese I’m half naked.
“You can put a shirt on first.”
“Are you sure you want me to do that?”
Her mouth opens to say something in retort, but nothing comes out. “Just meet me in the lobby in five, Montgomery.”
“Montgomery, huh?”
Reese starts toward the elevators, not taking the bait.
“Montgomery is awfully close to ‘Monty’! You know, the name that all my friends call me!”
She’s got this playful smile on her lips as she looks back at me over her shoulder. “Never going to happen!”
I pull the foldable seat out next to Reese before sitting in it. We’re up high, sitting out in right field. I wouldn’t exactly call these seats nosebleeds, seeing as most triple-A stadiums aren’t big enough to have nosebleeds, but they’re the closest thing you can get to them here.
While Las Vegas doesn’t have any major league teams, they do have minor league ones, and it just so happens that our triple-A team is in town to play theirs.
I still can’t get over seeing Reese pull out her phone at the front gate to scan the tickets she purchased online. It was so... normal of her.
“You know you could’ve called ahead and told them we were coming. You didn’t have to buy tickets and I’m sure they would’ve found you a closer seat.”
She shrugs, a smile on her face and eyes on the field. “I know, but I didn’t want to make the players nervous knowing we were here. And besides, when was the last time you got to just sit and watch a game? Don’t you miss watching baseball as a fan?”
