Page 140 of Catch Me
“Slow down,” he laughed.
“Sorry. My brain is buzzing.”
“So, I have a question.”
The tone of his voice made the smile fall from my face. “What?”
“When you say we can bring anyone . . .”
“Just tell me what’s on your mind.”
“Roman.”
I scowled at the ceiling. “Yeah, sure. I don’t care if you bring him.”
“Are you sure?”
“Dude, it’s not a big deal. You’re all friends, and I’m not gonna tell you who to bring.”
“Okay. He’s been pretty busy and might not even come, but I’ll let you know.”
“Not needed, Sen. Stop being weird about it.”
“Yeah, yeah. Get some sleep. You need rest so you can lead your team to victory.”
“You’re goddamn right. See you in less than a week, hopefully.”
After I hung up, I blew out a breath. So much had happened this year—most of it good. Sen and Kai were planning their wedding, for one. Those fundraisers had set them up really nicely and they didn’t live in that shitty apartment anymore.
They’d also taken over a lot of the social media stuff for me. That was good and bad. My ability to do what I wanted was put on more of a hold, which pissed me off, but there was nothing I could do about it. I got online and talked to people occasionally, but overall, I was pretty hands off.
Without that, I didn’t have a lot of things to fill my time. I loved my life with Tessa, but my social media account had been a major part of who I was for a long time, even before I got into the major leagues. I’d built most of my adult life around that. Now, I was just trying to discover who I was going to be moving forward.
I was just glad someone could keep the movement going. There was nothing holding them back, and they could say whatever they wanted on there.
I looked at the picture I’d received of Tessa today. She was on the farm since I was too busy during the postseason. I missed her, and once I got home, we’d take off to do something fun together.
*****
“No way!” I shouted. “Fuck!”
“We’re so close,” Mikey exclaimed, throwing his arm around my neck.
I laughed and almost lost my balance from the way he was hanging on me. “One more. We just need one win, man.”
“I swear, it’s because you’re pitching so much. Anthony is pissed about it.”
When I looked over at him, he was scowling. It made my petty little heart happy, but the most important thing was that we were almost there. We could play in the World Series during my fourth season. It was unreal.
“You ready to kick ass?” Mikey bellowed.
The entire team cheered. Random shit got thrown around in some makeshift celebration, and it made me smile. If these games weren’t so close together, I’d get us some bottles of champagne. We had to stay on top of our shit, though. Nothing was allowed to get in our way.
“Hey, you got a suite, right?” Vince asked.
“For my friends, yeah.”
“A big one?”
