Page 88 of Raine Out (Grand Slam 2)

She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, you really put up a fight. Seriously, though, you’re a baseball player. How can you not make a twenty-foot throw to the beach?”

“Well first I was pre-occupied,” I say, smacking her butt, “and second, your cover-up thing didn’t have the same zip as a baseball. Come and see me play next year. You’ll see how I throw.”

She takes a step back. “Come and see you play? That sounds like you made up your mind.”

“I think I have,” I say, grabbing her hand and pulling her out the door. “When we were talking about the World Series yesterday, it got me thinking. I haven’t won a title yet. I think I want one more year to try, but then that’s it.”

As I close the door, Manny’s walking toward us. He tries unsuccessfully to control the broad grin that breaks out over his face.

“Well, good morning, campers,” he says, grabbing my shoulder. “I was wondering why you weren’t golfing with us again today. And now I’m wondering no more.”

I put my arm around Raine’s shoulders. “Manny, you remember Raine, don’t you?”

“I do. Nice to see you again. Are you the reason I haven’t seen much of my friend this weekend?”

“She is,” I say before she can answer.

“Well, at least you have a good excuse,” Manny says. “I need to get to the lobby before they leave without me. I’ll see you at the wedding tonight. Maybe you two can sit with Caroline and me.”

“Yeah, we’ll see,” I say. When Manny gets out of earshot, I whisper, “That’s not going to happen. I’m not ruining our night by subjecting you to her.”

“Maisie said something about her yesterday,” Raine says. “Like she was talking smack about Sophie or something.”

“Probably. She’s jealous of Sophie for some reason. Caroline has the maturity level of a ten-year-old.”

As we get to the lobby, the porter from yesterday runs full speed at Raine. I grab him before he crashes into her.

“The man,” he says, panting as he gets up to us, “the man who left with the woman who gave me those notes. He’s here. He just arrived and gave me his keys. I didn’t see where he went because I had to park his car, but he has to still be here because I have his keys.”

As he holds up the keys, Butch walks over to us. “What’s going on?”

“Take the keys,” Raine says, nodding at Butch. He grabs them from the porter. “Did the man give you another note?”

“No,” the porter says, taking a deep breath. He looks at Butch. “I swear he didn’t. And he didn’t give one to anyone else that I saw. He just drove up and left his car with us.”

“Was the woman with him?” Raine says.

“No, but I think I saw her earlier at breakfast. She was with a different guy. He’s a lot taller and bigger than this guy. I’m not positive it was her, but she had the same—um—the same—”

He sweeps his hands over his chest in a wide curve.

“Chest?” Raine says. “She had the same chest? Is she large?”

“Enormous,” he says, nodding. “Like they have to be fake.”

“Okay,” she says. “Good work. We’re keeping his keys for a minute. We’ll bring them back to you. Thanks for the information.”

“And what information has Jimmy given you?” Roman says as he closes in on us. He looks at Raine. “Are you using my valet as a spy?”

“Not exactly—”

“Then what exactly are you doing, Raine?” he says, staring at her. “I know the three of you are up to something. The stuff with the boat yesterday and now this. What aren’t you telling me?”

Raine reaches in her bag and hands him the notes. “Someone gave him—Jimmy—these notes yesterday to give to Sophie and Seb. We intercepted them.”

Roman reads them and spins his head to me. “Is this true? Is he cheating on her?”

“Not at all,” I say, holding up my hands. “Come on, Roman. You know how much he loves her.”

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