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“Nineteen,” Monty calls my number.
I assume he’s silently telling me to get out there for warmups, so I grab my glove, passing by him on the steps up to the field, but he puts his hand around my arm to stop me.
“I’m going to let you in on something.” He looks around, keeping his voice low. “Fredrick is a prick, we all know this, and he’s pissed that Remington kept Kennedy on staff after you two fucked around in Vegas. He wanted her fired.”
“Well, that explains why he’s been making her put in extra hours this week.”
“I know it might not seem like it to you, but you two getting hitched just made her life a whole lot harder. She’s trying to make a name for herself, but instead of being one of the athletic trainers, now her peers are only going to view her as one of the player’s wives. It’s not fair, but that’s reality. The best thing you can do for her is to let her handle her own business while here at the field. You trying to save her is only going to make things worse for her.”
Goddammit. Monty’s right. I hate that he’s right.
“She’s a big girl. She can handle it, but if it ever gets to a point where someone needs to step in, you come to me, okay? I don’t need one of my guys starting a fight with the team doctor.”
Nodding, I agree. “She’s pissed at me now. I thought I was helping her.”
A small smile plays on his lips. “Married life is fun, isn’t it?” He cups the back of my head.
“Now get out there and score some runs and maybe she’ll forgive you.”
“She doesn’t give a shit about that.”
“Well, score some runs and maybe I’ll forgive you for getting so fucked up you got married. I swear to God that you, Kai, and Miller better be housing me in my old age for all the stress you three have put me through over the years.”
“Aw, Monty,” I coo, throwing an arm over his shoulders. “You want to grow old with me?”
“Get your ass on the field, Rhodes.”
Chapter 10
Kennedy
Dean: Apparently our parents are in town for business and we’re doing dinner tomorrow night after the game.
Me: Sounds terrible. Have fun with that.
Dean: By “we” I mean you and me. You’re in Atlanta. You’re not leaving me alone with them.
Me: No one told me about it, so I’m going to keep pretending I know nothing.
Dean: I’ll be sure to remind your mother to call you, then.
Me: Don’t you dare.
Dean: Then I’ll see you there. Besides, I need you to drop the bomb that you got married so maybe for once, my father won’t focus on what a disappointment I am that I decided to play a game for a living instead of taking over the family business.
Me: Oh, yes. Such a disappointment that his son is playing in the majors. Is Mallory going to be at this family dinner?
Dean: I don’t see why she’d be here. My father is in town closing some investment deal.
Me: I’ll think about it.
Dean: See you at the field tomorrow. And don’t think we’re not going to have a very serious conversation about your terrible taste in men.
Me: Shut up.
Dean: First Connor and now Isaiah Rhodes? I swear to God, Kennedy, I almost jumped on a plane to kick his ass when you told me the two of you got drunkenly married.
Me: You know Connor wasn’t my choice.
