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“No way,”Caroline breathes, her eyes widening as I pull into a parking space behind the stadium. “Please tell me you’re about to make my dreams come true of marrying a professional baseball player.”
My lips twist into a scowl. “Sure, if he wants to die. Have you seen me on the ice? Now imagine that but worse for anyone stupid enough to touch you.”
She smarts, “For someone who doesn’t get jealous, you seemprettyjealous, Romeo. You could just pull your dick out and pee on me instead.”
I shrug. “Not jealous. Possessive. I don’t like people touching what’s mine.” Leaning across the console, I bring my hand to her jaw, my lips so close to hers that I can practically taste her fruity gum. “And Bubblegum? Make no mistake, youaremine. At least for now.”
With that, I get out of the car, walking around to her door and opening it, then offering her my hand. But I keep her hand in mine as I guide her toward the stadium. “Now, let’s go. We’ve got a big day planned and no time to waste.”
I pause to slap her ass for good measure, causing her to yelp.
“You sure are bossy, Romeo.”
Chuckling, I clasp her hand in mine again. “You haven’t seen bossy yet, baby.”
I don’t miss the way she shivers at my words, picking up exactly the meaning behind them.
Once we get to the back door of the practice facility, I pull out my phone and send a quick text before pocketing it back into my gym shorts pocket.
Caroline asked what she should wear for our “surprise,” and I told her something comfortable, so she went with a pair of tight black leggings and one of my T-shirts tied up at her hip. Her hair is on the top of her head, and the only makeup she’s got on is ChapStick.
Simple. Flawless. And it took her all of ten minutes to get dressed.
That’s after a thirty-minute shower where I ate her pu—
“Hudson Rome!”
A voice breaks through my thoughts, and I see Fisher Owens standing in front of me, a cocky grin on his face as he pulls me in for a hug. “How the hell are you, man?”
Third baseman for the Chicago Knights, he’s a burly motherfucker, and I’m not a small guy by any means. Six foot four, two hundred and eighty pounds, the dude could probably bench-press me. But truthfully, he’s a big teddy bear. A solid brick teddy bear.
We met at an event a few years ago and kept in touch, forming a casual friendship, occasionally grabbing beers when we’re both around. So imagine my surprise when I found out that Caroline is actually a baseball fan?
Kismet.
I knew my girl would lose her mind when I planned this date.
“Good, man, I’m good. How are you? Enjoying your downtime?” I ask him.
His wide shoulders shake as he runs his hands over the beard on his chin. “Fuck yeah. I think I’m going to go to Yellowstone for a while next week. Camp out, wake up to the fresh air. This your girl?” His gaze flits to Caroline.
“Yeah, this is her.”
Fisher extends his hand to her, and she slides her small hand in his. “Hi, I’m Fisher Owens. A friend of Hudson’s.”
“Caroline. Nice to meet you.” She smiles brightly. “Do you play for Chicago? The Knights? I think?”
He nods, a deep chuckle rumbling from his chest. “Third baseman. You a fan?”
“I’m a Seattle Sirens fan.” She grins cheekily, shifting from one foot to the other. “But now that I’m calling Chicago home, maybe I’ll become a Knights fan too.”
“If not, then I’ll convert you.” He grins, turning back toward me and throwing his arm over my shoulder. “Lucked out with this guy. He’s never called in a favor from me until now.”
Her eyebrows rise in surprise as her cheeks pink, and her gaze slides to mine. “Hmm.”
She doesn’t say anything else, but I feel her eyes on me when I throw Fisher’s arm off. “As much as I want to sit around staring at your handsome face for the rest of the day…”
