Page 15 of Love on the Waiver Wire

Hey, no I’m not. Off day, sorry.

I’m pretty sure almost everyone important who works here is here today, so I’m not entirely sure what Leo thought he was getting away with.

But then again, I’m probably the only one messaging her.

I look around the room at all the guys pulling their shirts on, getting ready to go home for the day. To their girlfriends, wives, or, in Leo’s case, his flavor of the week.

I watch as he digs in his locker for something, pulling out an old pair of socks before pulling them on. I don’t want to know how long they were in there for. I don’t need to know.

Well, a little part of me wonders.

But no, I know whatever the answer is will be disgusting.

Mission: Possible

That’s fair. I hope your day off is going well. Are you going to the game Sunday?

Let’s see what she says to that.

Cover 1, 2, 3, Let’s Go B?—

Yeah I’m probably going.

Mission: Possible

Probably?

Cover 1, 2, 3, Let’s Go B?—

I mean not probably, I’ll definitely be there.

Mission: Possible

Let’s make a little deal.

I pause, looking up from my phone and running my finger over my lip. Is this smart? No. But am I going to do it? Hell yeah. Taking a deep breath and running my hand through my hair, I type out my message.

Mission: Possible

I get the first touchdown of the season, and you tell me who you are. Does that sound okay?

She doesn’t respond right away. In fact, I start packing up my things, getting ready to leave before she answers.

Cover 1, 2, 3, Let’s Go B?—

There’s nothing to disclose, but that sounds like a deal.

Mission: Possible

Do you promise?

Cover 1, 2, 3, Let’s Go B?—

I never break a promise.

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