“Yes.”
Everson shook his head. “Flint said I sent him?”
“Yes… well, come to think of it, he never said your name, just that he was protecting his boy, which wasn’t that hard to figure out, it had to be you. I assume he’s PR? Agent? Personal Assistant?”
“Yeah, Flint takes care of his boy, that’s for sure.”
“Lucky you.”
“Not exactly, but it doesn’t matter. You a Twins fan?” He held up a ticket. “Suite behind home plate. Game starts in an hour. I’d suggest you cover the leg, pull your hair up, and buy a hat to wear as soon as you get there.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Minnesota Twins. It’s baseball.”
“I know who the Twins are, I’m talking about the rest. Why are you offering me a ticket and telling me to cover my leg and?—”
“I can’t go. Thought I’d offer it to you for helping Shay, but after the media frenzy I think it’s best for you to not draw any more attention to yourself today.”
“It’s one ticket.”
He chuckled. “Best seat in the house and you’re getting greedy on me?”
“I won’t know anyone.”
“You will.”
“I wi—Cage? He’s going? Are you serious?”
“Take it.” He grinned, handing me the ticket. “Go brush yourself off and get out of here.”
I snatched the ticket. “His girlfriend? Will she be there?”
He walked toward his door and shrugged. “There will be a lot of women there. It’s an opportunity, Stick. The rest is on you.”
“Everson?’
He turned before closing his door.
“Thank you.”
He nodded. “For the record, I’d planned on coming to get you myself, but something came up.”
I smiled and shut the door.
“EEEEK!” Everson heard me, hell, the whole neighborhood probably heard me, but I didn’t care. In an hour I would see Cage again. “An hour. Shit! I’ve got to get ready.”
CHAPTER SIX
CHEATER BOYFRIEND
From the slammerto a suite behind home plate at a Twin’s game. Not bad. Thaddeus’s robotic leg got benched for the night. I dug out one of my pretty prosthetic legs that fit under my jeans and tall boots. Comfort wise it was like downgrading from a Cadillac to a Ford Escort, but Everson was right; I couldn’t show up with my superhero leg that stood out in any crowd, not after it had been plastered all over the internet earlier that morning.
I pulled my hair back in a ponytail and bought a Twins hat before making my way to the suite. My nerves stripped my confidence. I might as well have been naked. The fluttering in the pit of my stomach brought about a slight sensation of nausea. I tried to wet my lips, but my mouth was too dry. As the guard let me into the suite, I nearly fainted from shortness of breath and heart palpitations. Had they asked me to sing the National Anthem before the game, I wouldn’t have been as nervous as I was when I sawhim.
Cage’s back was to me as he stood by the large windows overlooking the private balcony seating and a spectacular view of the field. His black, long-sleeved T-shirt hugged him the way I wanted to hug him; the jealousy I felt for his hands that were shoved into the back pockets of his dark jeans was a little unhealthy. The chestnut-haired guy standing next to himlooked back at me first. Then Cage glanced over his shoulder as if to see what had caught his friend’s attention.
I gave a small wave like a beauty queen, then dropped my hand and balled it into a fist to fight off the shakes. He made his way back to me, twisting the cap back onto his water bottle.
