Page 35 of Stealing Home

“Let’s brainstorm, my friend. I have a plethora of ideas.” I suggest to her.

It only takes us about an hour before we have close to six different options to pitch to the board. We meet with them next week, right before we head to Colorado to watch the team play.

“Why don’t you go shower and grab your stuff to come back over? We can start girls’ weekend tonight if you want to stay in the house with me.” Heather offers to me.

“I can do that. Lonely without Ty?” I question Heather with a slight laugh.

“A little. It’s a big house when it’s just me. When we lived in the city, the apartment was enormous, but it wasn’t this spacious.”

“I can understand that. Okay, I’m going and I should be back in like an hour.”

“You can let yourself in.”

“Sounds good.”

Getting up, I gather my phone and towel and head up to my apartment. I start the shower before stripping down to get in.Twenty minutes later, I feel refreshed walking into my bedroom. I throw on sweats and a tank top before going back into the bathroom to dry my hair quickly.

I grab my phone charger and Cole’s sweatshirt in case I get cold for later before locking up and head back to Heather’s.

“Hello!” I say, while closing the door.

“In the living room.” Heather lets me know so I can join her.

I walk into the living room and see Heather lounging on one end of the couch, which means I take the other end to sit on.

“What are we doing tonight?” I inquire, since we didn’t make any plans beforehand.

“Well, let’s figure out dinner first.” Heather declares.

“Priorities.” I state with a laugh. This woman is always thinking about food.

“Italian?” Heather hopefully proposes.

“You know the way to my heart. I could get down with some chicken scarp.” I say while putting my hands over my heart and laughing.

“Mozzarella sticks too?” she asks after she finishes laughing at my antics.

“Duh, it’s not a full meal without them.” I say playfully.

Heather rolls her eyes at me as she orders online from her phone.

“Thirty minutes.” She says before a devilish grin takes over. “How do you feel about watching the game?”

“Put your man on the screen, woman.I won’t deny you.” I tease.

Who am I to deny her from watching her man on the screen? It’s not like I don’t want to watch Cole too. Wait, what? Stop that Adriana.

“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy watching the games.” She throws right back at me.

“Well, duh. It’s the pants for me.” I call out my love of baseball pants.

“Liar.” she puts me on blast.

“Yeah, yeah. I can’t help it. Sports and me go together like peanut butter and jelly.” I try deflecting, but knowing it won’t help.

“Are you sure there isn’t another reason you don’t mind watching the game?” she hedges, trying to get the answer she wants out of me.

“I mean King is nice to look at too. But I know he’s not pitching tonight since he pitched last night.” I say, not giving in right away.

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