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“Gunnar. Your philandering ways are behind you, yes?” He asks, his tone void of emotion, his eyes showing disdain for my past.
“Yes sir. I’ve been in a relationship with the same woman for almost five years now, we recently got engaged.” I smile.
“And we were informed that she will be a part of the organization?” He asks.
“Yes sir, in the media department.”
“Lance, this sounds like a conflict of interest. She will write solely about her boyfriend here.” He holds his hand out towards me talking to the owner, beside him.
“Fiancée.” I chime in.
“She’s vetted and not part of this conversation at hand Dean, get over it.” Lance says quietly, covering it with a cough. He turns his attention back to me.
“We’re awaiting your arrival here in Arizona, I know the season isn’t to start for a while, but do you have an ETA as to when your move will occur?”
“In other words, will you be completing your physical therapy in San Diego or here in Arizona?” The surfaced man, Dean asks.
“We anticipate that we will be moving within the next few weeks. We put the move off a few days due to my injury. I have one final appointment here in San Diego and then I’ve got follow up appointments with a few PT’s that were referred by the team trainers, and anticipate that I will have my appointments lined up before we move.” I reply.
“We’re following up on some endorsement deals that are gunning for you, no pun intended. We don’t want you to overwork yourself in physical training; you need to rest your body, your mind and soul. So we’ll keep it light, but we’ll definitely have some things ready for when you and Sawyer arrive here.” Lance states.
“Thank you sir.” I nod my head in appreciation.
“That will be all for today. Thank you for chatting with us Gunnar.” Lance says tapping the desk in front of him and shutting off the screen before I could say another word.
I sit back in my chair and take another bite out of the muffin.
“Hey! I was thinking that Arizona is hot as fuck - why don’t we leave our winter clothes here?” Sawyer asks walking into the kitchen and digging in the fridge. She twists off the cap of the Gatorade and takes a quick sip.
“Arizona gets cold in the winter; you can ice skate on the sidewalks.” I return.
“But it’s the desert,” she points out as if that’s the answer for everything ‘Arizona’.
“And the desert gets cold.” I point out.
“I feel weird about not leaving clothes here,” she says.
“Then leave clothes here, it’s simple. We have the money babe, if you need new clothes in Arizona, we will get new clothes in Arizona. Hell, you can leave all your Hornets gear here, since we’ll need to get you outfitted for the Gila Monsters gear.”
“Can we petition to have the team change their name?”
I laugh. “To what?”
“I don’t know something less scary, something fast like a road runner or something.”
“You watch too many cartoons.” I reply.
“I read up on Gila monsters, while they are venomous, they are also super slow. You guys are baseball players; you have to run those bases as if you’re chasing a fast moving cupcake.” She says as she holds up the Hostess cupcake that she picks up from the kitchen counter beside her.
“A fast moving cupcake, how do cupcakes move?” I ask holding in my laughter.
She moves the cupcake back and forth, up and down and darts it in haphazard directions. “Like this.”
“So, in other words,” I clear my throat, “we run the bases like we’re chasing someone holding a cupcake?”
“If you want to get crazy into detail, yes.” She nods as if this is any normal conversation.
“Have I told you lately that I love you?”
