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“Gee, thanks for the play by play,” she replies dryly.
“I do what I can. Are you meeting up with the other ladies for the event tomorrow night?” I ask.
The wives and girlfriends of both the Hornets and Arizona’s team, the Gila Monsters are putting on a luncheon, something some of the different franchises try to do a few times a year. There is a charity event that occurs on a monthly basis and both Sawyer and I keep ourselves busy with doing something.
“Yeah, I have to meet up with them after breakfast with you.”
“Awesome. My flight will be getting into Phoenix in a few hours, I have to hit up the field, but if you want to find somewhere to eat dinner, make the reservations and I can meet you there.”
“Sounds like a plan. I’ll see you soon.”
“Try not to melt.” I laugh.
JUNE IN PHOENIX is no joke.
You don’t fuck with Arizona in the summer. And holy shit, compared to San Diego, even the east county of San Diego - Phoenix is no fucking joke with how damn hot it is.
The positive is that it’s late in the afternoon and I’m just leaving the hotel to Scottsdale and the weather is just finally breathable and perfect at a comfortable seventy-eight degrees.
My car pulls up to the curb of a small Italian restaurant and I make my way to the hostess podium and ask for the name that Sawyer always uses for our evenings out of Mr. and Mrs. Incredible. I’m escorted to our table and she stands as soon as she sees me. I kiss her cheek and squeeze her ass before taking my seat. Our backs are against the glass windows in the corner of the restaurant. Our table faces the rest of the restaurant, Which thankfully none of the patrons noticed or likely cared that a baseball player is in their midst, as it’s a regular occurrence since a lot of players have a home base here.
“I found a house that I am absolutely in love with.” Sawyer tells me immediately with excitement.
Shocked and confused, as I was under the assumption that she hated how hot it got here, I lean toward her.
“I’m listening.” I prompt.
“So, it’s in this area called Ahwatukee, which is just fun to say. Anyway, it’s just under three thousand square feet, the backyard cozies up to a wide-open space, it’s in a cul-de-sac. There are three bedrooms, two baths, a four-car garage, pool, fire pit, and single-ish level as it has a loft.” She expels with a smile.
“So, out of the three - you would choose Arizona?” I ask her.
“You wouldn’t need to move for Spring Training, and while it may be hot as hell here, I quite like the weather at nighttime. We could still have our condo in San Diego and stay there during the off-season. A lot of folks do that around here, it’s a term of snow birds or something.”
“I think that means those who live in places that it snows, have a place in Arizona or something like that to avoid the snow. So then travel from their place during that time of the year.”
“Okay, so your off-season is - say that you take Arizona to the Series - so Late October to February. The winter would be spent in San Diego.”
“You’re saying that we have two residences?” I ask for clarification.
“At least at first, so it doesn’t all feel like such a huge change,” she shrugs nonchalantly.
“And you’re sure of this?” I ask her.
“I know that we’ve done some searching and we’ve had a lot of conversations about each team, but I like the idea of the closeness of Arizona to San Diego, the fact that Spring Training takes place here - which is something we didn’t factor in. The only downfall is the crazy heat. But all in all, I think this would be the smartest move for us.”
“Work?”
“I can figure that out, I’ve got experience in public relations and I’m sure there’s a company here in Phoenix that does that,” she says sarcastically.
“You don’t have to work, you know.” I remind her.
“I know. But you know that I would go completely insane without a job.”
“As long as you know, it’s an open option.” I open my menu and smile behind the menu.
We eat and discuss our future, her career and the potential career that I could have here in Arizona. The more and more we discuss, the more excited that the both get. We call up the realtor for the home that Sawyer fell in love with and make early morning plans to see the home. Since it’s empty and staged, we could have gone tonight, but we opted for a guided tour with all the information that we could obtain. I also set up a meeting with the owners of the Gila Monsters to discuss the details of their offer. That meeting was set up tomorrow morning as well, just after the tour of the home.
All the pieces were coming together without even any hard planning. I wasn’t sure what would happen next, but I sure as hell was looking forward to finding out what it would be.
