I nodded. “The Red Sox and the Crushers are playing each other on Opening Day in Boston.”
“What?” Her smile widened instantly. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
Her expression changed slightly, as if she were trying to figure something out in her head. “I can be at Fenway for your first game, but I’m heading out the next day with my mom for a humanitarian aid trip.”
“If it’s going to be too hard to coordinate your schedule?—”
She shook her head. “No, you two are important to me, and I’m not going to miss this moment in your lives. I can’t wait to see you both make your major league debuts.”
We couldn’t either.
Two days later,I was in Boston, sitting in the hotel lobby with my bag at my feet, waiting for Jase to meet me so we could take a ride share to Faye’s apartment together.
My manager and coaches would probably have preferred that I stay with the team and get a good night’s rest, but there was no way I was going to be in the same city as my girlfriend and not spend the night with her. Not after so many days apart.
My leg bounced in anticipation as I watched Jase’s marker crawl on the tracking app we both had on our phones.
So many things were going on in my head that I couldn’t focus on just one for very long. Opening Day obviously consumed a big portion of my thoughts. All of my family was in town for the game, which was exciting, but I also felt a lot of pressure to perform and prove the organization had made the right decision to bring me up.
My phone vibrated in my hand.
Jase: Here
I was on my feet immediately.
The ride over was quiet, in case the driver was paying attention to our conversation rather than the road. I stared out the window, tapping my fingers against my thigh absently.
Jase reached over and squeezed my hand. “Chill. The next twenty-four hours will be the best of our lives.”
I flashed him a smile. “Hell yeah, they will.”
A few minutes later, the car dropped us off in front of a building near the harbor. It was tall and sleek, with the water reflecting off its windows.
With our bags in hand, we entered the lobby. The concierge greeted us, and Jase gave him Faye’s name. A moment later, the elevator doors slid open, and we stepped inside.
“Our girl and baseball. It doesn’t get any better than this,” Jase mused as we climbed.
A year ago, I couldn’t have imagined things turning out this way, but I was damn glad they had.
When we reached her floor, I spotted Agent Pederson on guard outside her door, as usual.
As soon as we knocked, the door opened.
Just inside, Faye stood barefoot on the marble floor, her blonde hair loose around her shoulders, wearing a thin satin nightie that clung to all her curves and barely reached the top of her thighs. She’d rendered me speechless, and it seemed she’d had the same effect on Jase as we both stared at her.
“You made it,” she said softly, her eyes flicking between us. “Drop your bags there. You can unpack later. Right now, I have plans for you.”
She stepped back, and I followed, doing as instructed and dropping my bag on the floor. Jase closed the door behind us,but it barely registered as Faye reached for me, her hands curling into the front of my shirt, and kissed me hard.
“I missed you,” I rasped against her lips.
She peered up at me with her gorgeous blue eyes.
“Then show me,” she demanded.
Jase moved in behind her, his palms sliding up the backs of her thighs, lifting that barely-there nightie.
“Fuck me,” he groaned, grinning against her neck. “No panties.”
