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Me: Yes, I’m here with Kylie

Lyla: Cool beans, I’m coming down there

Me: OK

“Lyla is here,” I say to Kylie.

Kylie giggles. “Well, then, let the games begin!!” She holds out a hand to me, and when I grab hers, she pulls me up and darts out into the aisle. We run past various food places until we reach a glass door with a guy standing in front of it. She shoots Lyla a text, saying we are heading up there.

“Hey, Marvin!”

“Kyles! What’s up, baby girl?” the very large man says to her as he pulls her into a bear hug.

“We’re going up to see Lyla and Amery.”

He stands to the side and puts out an arm, gesturing us to enter. “Enjoy, ladies!”

We take an elevator up to the box level and Kylie drags me down toward a door. Opening it, I’m taken aback.

I’ve seen box seats on television, but I’ve never actually been in a box. And this one is really nice. There’s a bar, complete with a bartender. And an entire buffet of park food, like seriously anything you could want, hot dogs, wings, nachos, burgers, crab cakes, fries, funnel cake, ice cream, and more.

“Wow!”

Kylie looks over at me. “It’s the owner’s box,” she whispers as she motions to an older gentleman in full team gear sitting in the first row of the box seats. I look toward the other side and see Lyla sitting with Nate and Amery and an older lady.

“Hey!” she says, waving at us as she gets up and comes over to give us hugs.

“Kylie, why don’t you ever come up here. It’s so boring without you guys!” She walks over to the bar. “Drinks?”

“Hell yeah,” Kylie says as we order margaritas. She leans on the bar and looks over at Lyla. “It’s a Kent thing. He thinks it’s good luck for us to sit in our family seats.”

“Lyla, dear, can you get me a Sex on the Beach?” the older woman asks as she walks over and puts two hot dogs on a plate.

“Sure, Gran,” she answers. “Gran Mill, this is Tabby.”

The older woman stops and looks me up and down. “Well, aren’t you a pretty little thing. I can see why our Kent wants you here.” She leans in toward me and whispers, “And I hear he’s hung like a horse. Better saddle up on that one. He’s a keeper.” I nearly choke on my drink as she pats my arm and walks down to sit by Amery.

Kylie and Lyla burst into laughter as the bartender gives us a look. Lyla shrugs. “My grandmother has zero filters.”

“I can see that…” I manage after taking another sip.

“Come on and grab some food,” she says to me. “Derek Hathaway’s box always has the best food!”

Once I get food, I’m introduced to everyone. And then I sit down next to Nate.

“Prepare to watch the game in style,” he says to me with a wink. I grin. Kent’s friends are good peeps.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Kent

“Fuck yeah!” Ward throws his fist in the air as we win the game.

I close my eyes and say a silent prayer to the baseball gods for today’s win. I never take a win for granted, ever. I decide then and there, that I have to keep this routine straight through playoffs. I look up at the stands and see Kylie and Tabby jumping up and down and waving at me. I smile and wave back.

Fuck. I just hope Tabby agrees to stay.

I rush through my interviews and post-game shit. I just want to get home. My bed and shower beckon me. And I’m anxious to talk with Tabby about staying. I don’t know where her head is with us, with me.

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