Page 84 of Off Season

I smile into her face. She always makes me smile. Reluctantly pulling away, I reach down and grab an envelope from the bag on the floor next to the bed, excited to hand it to her. “Merry Christmas, Kam bam.”

She raises an eyebrow before shaking the envelope like it’s a regular present. “Hmm. This feels like a gift certificate for a threesome.”

I shake my head. “Nope. Guess again.”

“A gift certificate for anal.”

“No, but that’s not a bad idea.”

“Batting lessons.”

“Kam bam, you led your league in batting last year. I don’t think you need lessons from me.”

“Lessonsforyou, kitten.”

I laugh. “Not that either. Just open it.”

She tears it open and begins reading. Tears fill her eyes. She whispers, “You remembered?”

“I remember everything you’ve ever said.”

“Is it for both of us?”

I nod. “Once we get back, we’ll have a little over six weeks until I leave for Spring Training in Florida. I found a ballroom dancing class that’s offered twice a week for six weeks. It’s perfect. You can finally take the dance class you always wanted to take.”

She blows out a long breath. “This is really thoughtful. Thank you.”

“It’s a selfish gift. I get to fondle you twice a week, andwe can show off our moves on the field this summer during the seventh-inning stretches. We’ll shock the fans with our badass moves. Maybe we can choreograph a routine.”

She giggles. “You’ll probably replace me with a younger and hotter model by then.”

“Maybe. She won’t suck dick as good as you do though. No one makes my South Pole go north like you.”

“So romantic.” She kisses her way down my body. “I’ll give you a reminder of that right now.”

KAMRYN

“Whose deep voice is that?” I ask after hearing a cackle that practically makes the entire house shake.

Cheetah lets out a laugh as we make our way downstairs. “That’s my Aunt Maria. My father’s sister.”

“That’s the voice of a woman?”

“An out-of-shape woman who smokes two packs of cigarettes a day, severely down from the four packs she used to smoke.”

I scrunch my face in disgust. “Ugh. Do people still smoke cigarettes? That’s so twenty-five years ago.”

He nods. “Totally. She’s a fucking character, but at least she has blue eyes. Proof I’m not the bastard child my brothers like to claim I am.”

“Ah, proof you’re a real Gonzales.”

“Yep. I do have a cousin with blue eyes too, but he lives in New York. My mother said he might make an appearance sometime this week. I think he’s dealing with the sale of his mother’s house. Hopefully you’ll get to meet Cruz.”

“Cruz?”

He smirks. “Yep. His name is Cruz too. It’s like our mothersshare a brain sometimes. They’re cousins, but they’re very close. More like sisters.”

We arrive downstairs to what sounds like a stadium.

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