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Matthewson gave a small nod. “Good to hear. He’s talking with Parker now.”
It was like I needed to see for myself that Knox was in the same building as me, so I made my way toward the skipper’s office. The door was closed, but just as I was about to turn and head back to my locker, the door opened.
My stare met Knox’s and at the same time, we both beamed.
“Hey,” I greeted as he stepped into the hall.
“Hey.”
After a brief pause, we gave each other a bro hug. I wanted it to be more. Wanted to wrap both arms around him and feel his entire body pressed to mine, but since we were in public, I couldn’t possibly.
We pulled apart, and my eyes connected with Parker’s as he sat at his desk.
“We played together in Denver,” I clarified.
“I know.” My manager smiled. “Mind showing Singleton around?”
“Not at all.”
My hand itched to reach down and lace our fingers together, but instead, I motioned with my head for Knox to follow, and I gave him the grand tour of the clubhouse.
When we got to a rarely-used closet at the far end of the hall, I pulled him inside and locked the door.
“I had no idea you were traded,” I whispered.
“I was surprised you didn’t call or text me.”
“I didn’t see the trade news. You should’ve called or texted me.”
“I had packing to do.”
“So it’s like that?” I teased.
He stepped closer, his body brushing mine. The space was tight, but I didn’t care. I reached out and cupped his cheek.
“Nah. It’s like this.” Before I could think, he was kissing me.
It wasn’t slow or hesitant. It was like we’d both been waiting for this, and as soon as our lips met, I wanted more. I drew him closer until no space remained between us. The kiss deepened and became hungrier. Like a few weeks apart had been too damn long.
We broke apart, both of us breathless. I ran my thumb overhis bottom lip. “Come over after the game,” I murmured. “We need to talk.”
He didn’t hesitate. “Text me the address.”
“Better yet, I’ll drive us.”
After we beatthe Reds 3-2, Knox climbed into my passenger seat, his hair still damp from showering. I tossed my game bag in the back and then slid into the cab.
“Not that I’m surprised, but that off-balanced throw from Jacobs you snagged was awesome.”
“Coming from you, I’ll take it.”
“Think you’ll like it here?”
“Yeah,” he answered. “Already feels better than Minnesota did.”
I nodded, eyes on the road. “Parker runs a good ship. Matthewson too. The guys are great and you’ll fit right in.”
“Hope so. Seems like you’ve got a solid team.”
