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“You’re in?” I ask her.
“I go where you go. We’ll choose together and face the change as a team.”
ELEVEN
SAWYER
BOSTON, Arizona or Seattle.
Those are the three choices that we have to go with.
I’m terrified with whatever we choose, because that means I have to start over again. I need to make sure that I keep whom I am intact and wherever we choose to move, I find a comparable job in the marketing field and just hope that I find something.
Boston, Arizona or Seattle.
We have so much to think about.
It’s been four months since the start of the baseball season and Gunnar has been wined and dined by teams at every avenue possible. We have had many expensive dinners and have received several gift baskets, and enough team gear that we could dress a whole family.
The new accounts that I had acquired at work weren’t as bad as I originally thought. I had three new accounts and while they aren’t as glamorous as working with the Hornets, they are providing ample experience that I’m hoping that I can take with me on my next adventure, wherever and whatever that may be.
I’m terrified of the unknown. But I have proved over the past few months that I can start over and do well with change.
Do I like it?
Who really does?
But I know that I can accomplish whatever is handed over to me.
Especially with Gunnar by my side.
“HONEY! I’M HOME!” I shout as soon as I shut the door.
“In here.” Gunnar yells from our bedroom.
I walk in and he’s packing his duffel bag for his next away series.
“What time do you fly out?” I ask leaning against the doorway as I take off my shoes.
“Bent is picking me up tonight around ten. We have a red-eye.”
“Denver, right?” I confirm while nodding.
“Yeah and then you’ll meet me in Arizona, right? We’ll do some research?” He looks over his shoulder.
“You got it.” I give him a thumb up.
He pulls his duffel off the bed and motions for me to come closer. I sashay exaggeratedly toward him and drape my arms around his neck. His hands fasten around my lower back and I look up to him with an affectionate smile.
“What’s cooking good looking?” I playfully ask.
“I want to do things to you,” he whispers.
“Oh really? How original of a come on line.” I roll my eyes in jest.
“How about this? I want you naked, and ready to ride my face. Then I want you on this bed with your ass up ready for me. I want you to beg for my cock and scream my name.”
“That’s so much better Mr. Reynolds.”
