Page 85 of My Kinda Player (Summer Sisters 5)

Turning to face the woman who legally shared my name (though she never took it publicly because of her image), I let out a long sigh. “Carrie. What brings you down to the bowels of the stadium?” I ask, moving forward a few steps in line.

“I was just passing through and saw you standing here,” she says, checking her reflection in a small mirror she pulled from her bag.

“I bet you were. Oh, and how did you know I had someone with me?” I ask, giving her my back as I turn to check out the menu options.

“Are you kidding? You’ve been flaunting her all over the big screen, Sawyer. The cameras have followed your every move.” Figures. I noticed I was on the monitors a few times between innings, but didn’t pay too much attention.

“It’s hardly flaunting her when I didn’t even know you would be here.”

“Where else would I be? Shawn is here,” she says, referring to the third base replacing douchebag nearly ten years my junior.

I do my best to ignore her, taking a few more steps forward until I’m next in line. I feel her step up beside me, her body close and her perfume assaulting my nostrils. “What do you want?” I ask, unable to keep the irritation out of my voice.

“I miss you.” Her words are almost as startling as her hand, which is sliding up my arm and wrapping around my bicep. That earns a humorless laugh.

“Miss me? You have a damn funny way of showing it, sweetheart. You’re here cheering on your little boy toy. Why don’t you head back up to the WAG suite and watch him play.” I turn to the young guy behind the counter and give him my attention. “Nachos with cheese, two Sprites, and a Coke, please.”

“It’s not like that with us,” she says. “We’re very casual.”

“Good for you,” I tell her as I pay the sixteen dollar bill with a twenty and tell the kid to keep the change. “If you’ll excuse me,” I say, turning and heading toward my seat.

“I’ll be back in town in October to wrap up the photo shoot. I want to see you again too, Sawyer,” she says behind me, not even bothering to keep her voice low. I can feel the eyes of those around me, but I keep walking. I don’t even acknowledge her ‘too,’ since that probably makes it sound like I wanted to see her first.

Well, I don’t.

“Not happening, Carrie,” I holler over my shoulder as I take the stairs two at a time down to our seats.

As soon as I see AJ, my body relaxes. She’s standing there with her hands thrust high in the air, cheering with the rest of the crowd as Joel rounds second base in a stand-up double.

“Hey, long lines?” she asks, taking the nachos and shoving the first one into her mouth. She chews happily, not even caring that there’s a tiny drop of cheese on her bottom lip.

Instead of answering her question, I grab the back of her head and pull her into a deep kiss. She tastes like cheese and every bit the sexy woman she is. My tongue slips into her mouth as the kiss quickly elevates from PG-13 to R-rated.

“Think fast, you’re on television.” Dylan’s words permeate my sex-craved brain.

I turn to see AJ and myself, front and center on the Jumbotron at centerfield. She looks dazed at the camera, appearing very thoroughly kissed, if I do say so myself, before turning and burying her face in my arm. The crowd around us cheers wildly, and I can barely hear the announcers talking about me over the noise.

“Former Rangers third baseman Sawyer Randall is in the crowd, cheering on his former team in today’s showdown with the Nationals.”

“That’s right, Bud. Sawyer played ten years for the Rangers before that devastating play that resulted in torn ligaments and severely injuring his right shoulder.”

“And what an injury that was, Davis. Two surgeries were able to repair much of the injury, but the damage was already done. He was cut from the Rangers three months after the initial on-field incident.”

“You hate to see any player go out like that, Bud. Especially one who was at the top of his game like Sawyer Randall.”

“That he was, Davis. But it seems Randall is doing well,” he says with a chuckle. “He has a guest with him for today’s big game, and he appears quite smitten with the young lady.”

Davis laughs. “I do believe you’re right, Bud. Sawyer Randall seems to be enjoying his early retirement very much.”

I throw the camera a little wave and a smile, then pull AJ into my side as if making a statement.

Damn straight I am.

A big one.

She’s mine.

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