Page 13 of The Trouble with Players

He laughed. “What position do you have something against?”

“Pitchers and shortstops.”

He threw back his head and laughed. “What’s wrong with them?”

“We both know what’s wrong with them,” I said.

“They’re more arrogant than the rest of us?” he asked.

“Your words, not mine.”

He sipped his drink. “I like you.”

“Well, that’s unfortunate because I hate baseball players.”

“Doesn’t seem like you hate me,” Sam said.

“I don’t hate you right now,” I said. “But, when you get rich and famous, I will.”

“You think I’m good enough to be rich and famous?”

I lifted a shoulder. “Haven’t seen you play.”

His eyes narrowed. “Wait. You haven’t been to any of our games?”

I shook my head. “I just got back from Europe.”

“Oh, I think I heard that,” he said.

“From who?” I asked.

“Guys gossip more than girls. And, I hear you’ve got an attitude.”

“Then why in the world did you come over here and talk to me?”

“Because I am not opposed to girls with attitudes.”

For the first time since arriving in town, laughter rushed out of me. “Oh, so you’re that guy?”

“I am definitely that guy,” he assured me.

“And not even the shortstop,” I mused.

“Not even the shortstop,” he agreed.

A comfortable silence passed between us. My eyes shifted down to the water where Cody and Gina stood in the moonlight. Gina was laughing as Cody spoke, and I wondered what he said to make her so happy. “So, what’s up with Cody,” I asked Sam. “Is he a good guy?”

“Yeah. He’s got sisters. Guys with sisters tend to be better guys.”

“Do you have a sister?”

“Nope.”

We both laughed.

He glanced to my cup. “Need another drink?”

I tipped my cup upside down and nothing came out. “Sure.”

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