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“I’m going to miss you,” he states.
“I’ll miss you too, but I’ll talk to you tonight and every night.” I remind him.
“Wear something sexy tonight.”
I laugh at him and swat his shoulder.
“Love you.” He says leaning in and capturing my lips softly with his.
“Love you too.” I reply against the kiss.
TWO
GUNNAR
THE DRIVE from San Diego to Peoria, Arizona is a boring six-hour bus ride full of no good scenery unless beiges of the desert are your thing. The bus rolls into the same hotel parking lot that we roll into every year, so we can disperse, as we need to.
The farm players of the Hornets are all staying here at the hotel, while other players on the team rent or own properties in the area. I used to rent a house with a few of the other guys, but in the past four years since Sawyer and I have been together - I started to rent a small home each year for the weeks that we’re in town, so it could just be her and I. With the weekly allowances that players are given for Spring Training, my savings and Sawyer’s salary - the house was basically free since everything in Arizona was dirt-cheap anyways.
My best friend on the team and pitcher of the Hornets, Bently Sanders waits by the car that’s parked at the far end of the lot.
“You need a ride to get your rental car?” He shouts in my direction.
“I just need a ride to the house. My rental should be there already.” I reply walking his direction.
“Why didn’t you have the car dropped off here?” He asks opening the door.
“It was cheaper to have it delivered to the house, besides - I knew your ass would chauffeur me around,” I say dropping my bags in the trunk of his SUV.
“Entitled prick,” Bently chides.
“Nah, just confident.” I slide into the passenger seat. “I know you can’t deny me.”
“I don’t know how that woman of yours deals with your enlarged head,” he tosses back to me.
“She takes it like a champ.” I joke.
“I’m telling Chainsaw that you’re talking about her like that.” Bently laughs.
“Go for it, she would tend to agree with me,” I shrug.
“You staying in Phoenix?” He asks turning out of the parking lot and towards the freeway.
“Nah, I’ve got a small place in Glendale, head up Loop 101 through Peacock Village then take West Union Hills Drive, I’ve got a nice little place with a pool overlooking a golf course.” I direct him.
“Nice, I’m that way too. I’ve rented a townhome in Westbrook Village.” Bently replies navigating the car onto the 101.
We drive in comfortable silence as I give him directions. When he pulls into the driveway, he whistles.
“Small?” He looks over at me in question.
“I’m sure it’s small for Arizona standards.” I shrug opening the door. “Come on in, take a look around.”
Bently puts the car in park and cuts the engine. As we walk up to the front door, I key in the code to the lock box and then we enter the house. The front door opens up into a large open room, with the floors tiled. Large bay windows line the front of the house with smaller windows along the adjacent wall. As we move further into the house, an arched entryway leads to a dining room, with a large table with chairs and another large window overlooking the driveway of the home. We continue walking through the space to another great room with a fireplace and hardwood floors that seep into the open concept kitchen with French doors that lead to the backyard.
The backyard looks like an entertainer’s paradise with a large pool, hot tub and a waterfall feature. Beyond the pool is what appears to be grassy area with some lawn chairs and a fire pit- then off to the side is a bullseye and a post about twenty feet away, an axe throwing area.
“Sweet place. How many bedrooms?” Bently asks.
