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“I heard you.”
“On the video?”
“Yeah. What’d Anthony say?”
I sighed and gripped him a little tighter. “It doesn’t matter. He’s an asshole and he doesn’t get to talk shit about my friends.”
“He’s really pissed about his dick.”
With a laugh, I pulled back. “Good. If you make him really ugly in his picture, I won’t be mad about it and I doubt Pete would be either.”
“I’ll take it under consideration.”
I looked at the redness around his eyes, but he turned around, so I just followed him to the field.
God, I hoped this would be quick.
Chapter 30
Roman
It was my last day with the players, and that was somehow surreal. It felt like yesterday that Travis had mentioned the idea of a commission. The person I’d been that day wouldn’t believe what had happened since. Once I finished up with Matthew, I’d have everything I needed to finish this thing.
God, my name was going to be attached to the Atlanta Braves. It was freaking insane.
“Thanks, man,” I said, offering Matthew a smile. “That’s everything I need.”
“You sure?” He held up his arm and flexed. “I can do some better poses.”
“It’s not a dating profile,” Travis chimed in. He was lying on the ground, throwing a ball in the air. It was weird, but I couldn’t deny that I liked that he’d stayed close. Neither of us had said anything about him coming today, but we’d fallen into step this morning and both just assumed, I guess.
Matthew blew air through his lips. “It doesn’t hurt to look good on the calendar, though.”
“You’ll look great,” I assured him. “I’m good at what I do.”
“Alright, cool. Maybe add some definition around the arms and chest, you know.”
“Get the hell out of here,” Travis drawled. His accent came out more than usual, and it gave him an endearing quality. Not that he needed that in the slightest.
After Matthew was gone, I sat on the ground beside Travis. He covered his eyes with his bicep, still holding the ball. I took it from him and jumped to my feet.
“Ready to go?”
“Sure,” he muttered.
“Is everything okay?”
“I’m bored.”
“You didn’t have to come.”
He shrugged, which made me wonder if he didn’t actually want to be here. I’d already felt like an idiot about asking him to come the other day, but I’d thought he was fine with it. Had he just been obliging me?
Great, I was being pathetic and clingy. What grown man asked another man to hang around while he worked?
“Where are you going?” he asked when I walked away.
“Done here.”
