I locate that and read the description before snapping my menu shut. “Sounds perfect. I’ll have the same.”
Reaching into a designer tote that perfectly matches her dress, Kamryn pulls out two folded shirts and hands them to me. “I thought we could do a jersey exchange.”
“Oh my god, thank you,” I say, inspecting Sulley’s pink-and-white basketball jersey and Kam’s white-and-blue softball one. “But I didn’t bring one for y’all.”
Kamryn digs into her bag again and pulls out three Dragons jerseys with my name and number on them. “I picked these up today.” She hands over a Sharpie and asks, “Would it be weird if I asked you to sign them? I got Kennedy one too so she doesn’t pitch a hissy fit.”
I can’t help but laugh. “I swear, I was wondering earlier if it would be too much to ask for your autographs.” After signing all three Dragons jerseys, I hand over the marker and have the two women sign my new Beavers and Anacondas gear.
The waiter returns with our drinks, and Kam asks, “Would you take a picture of us?”
He agrees, and we pose, holding up our jerseys while he snaps a few pics. Then he leaves our drinks and takes our food orders.
“This will be perfect for social media,” Kam says, scrolling through the photos. “I’ll send them to you and tag you both in a post.”
“We can do a collaboration on Instagram. That will pull a shit-ton of views with all the followers we have between the three of us,” Sulley suggests.
“I’m not very active on social media,” I admit. “I never know what to post.”
The other two stare at me like I’ve lost my mind. “But you have over a million followers on Insta,” Sulley finally says.
“I do? I haven’t checked it in a while.” Opening the app, I see she’s right. “Wow. Okay. I didn’t expect that.”
“I’ll be happy to help you come up with some good content. I’m pretty good at stuff like that,” Kam offers. “Now pick up your shots, bitches. Let’s toast to badass women in sports.”
By the time our meals are served, we’re all a bit tipsy because Kamryn freaking Hart keeps ordering shots. I twist up some angel hair pasta and spear a shrimp, knowing I need to get some food in my stomach. The garlic and lemon burst on my tongue, and I close my eyes as I chew.
“So good,” I groan.
Kam laughs as she cuts a bite of her salmon. “Girl, you look like that shrimp just gave you an orgasm.”
“I’m pretty sure it did.”
“Is the suit not taking care of your needs?” she asks, and I pause with another bite on my fork.
“The suit?”
She nods toward the bar, which is visible from our booth. The bar where Phoenix and Tanner Montgomery are sitting on two high-backed stools.
“Oh, no, no, no. Phoenix and I aren’t together,” I assure her with a shake of my head.
“Really?” she questions. “Because I thought I caught a vibe between you two.”
Sulley interrupts. “Hush, Kam. Jordie is dating that quarterback, Miles Soren.”
I inwardly cringe. “Actually, I’m not. We were dating briefly, but we broke things off when he moved to Chicago.”
“That sucks,” Kam laments, forking some flaky salmon into her mouth. “Football guys are hot, though I personally prefer baseball players.” Her face softens a tad around her eyes.
“I like football players. They’re really good in bed,” Sulley says before quickly adding, “or so I’ve heard.”
Kam smirks at her, and I have the feeling I’m missing something. “So who’s warming your bed now, McNamara?”
“I… um… nobody.” I take a fortifying sip of my martini and straighten my shoulders. “I’m a virgin.”
The agent’s fork clatters to her plate as she gapes at me. “No shit?”
“Kam, be nice,” Sulley warns. “It’s not your business.”
