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“I’ll let you go. Go watch the game.”

“I don’t care about the game.”

“Well, I can barely hear you,” I stated. Even though I assumed he’d moved somewhere that didn’t have a lot of people, I could still hear the commotion in the background.

“Okay. I’m going back to the hotel. I’ll call you when I get there.”

“All right.”

We hung up, and while I waited for him to call back, I turned on the TV and flipped the channels. Sleep started to close in as my cell rang. I turned off the TV and answered with a yawn, “Hey.”

“You’re tired?”

I was. With the lack of sleep from our night together and then the little I’d had before the game, I was exhausted. “Yeah, but I want to talk to you.”

“Okay.” I heard the rustling of what I thought were sheets or maybe Vaughn taking off his clothes. “How’d you do tonight?”

“Two for five with a walk.”

“How many home runs did you rob?”

I snorted. “None, but I caught a few that would have been doubles or triples.”

“Nice. I’m proud of you.”

I smiled. “Thanks. How’s Denver?”

“Not bad. We leave in the morning to head home.”

“How long is that drive?”

“I think fifteen hours, but we’re going to stop in Vegas for the night.”

“Going to party like rock stars or what?”

I heard him chuckle into the phone. “Probably.”

“I wish I could go. That sounds like fun.”

“Where do you go after Miami?”

“We play three games here, three in Queens against the Mets, and then head to LA.”

“When do you get to LA?”

“Wednesday night. And we play four games.” I smiled.

“So, I’ll get to see you more than just Saturday?”

“How?”

“I’ll come to your hotel after we record in the studio.”

“My entire team stays at the hotel. Someone might see you.”

“And mine’s out because Stix or Jhett would show up for no fucking reason except to eat my food.”

I sighed. “Then, I’ll just see you on Saturday.”