Ash. She wasn’t looking forward to the game, but she enjoyed it thanks to you. We’ll definitely text you next time we’re here.”
“Oh, if my wife sees me on television, I am going to be in trouble tonight. Two beautiful women talking to me and asking for my number.”
We both laugh. Even though I’ve enjoyed my time with Stan, I’m happy the game is over. The Flyers won, which is a good thing. You never know how guys are going to react, and since Quinn has only been dating this guy for a couple weeks, I didn’t want him to come out fuming.
I give Stan a hug as he leaves and then turn back to Quinn. “I’m going to use the restroom. Do you need me to wait with you? I can just take a cab home.”
“No! Please stay. At least wait until he comes out. He mentioned that we would probably have a late dinner with a group. Can you come with me, please? Please? ”
“Hey, since when are you shy about hanging around a guy?”
“I’m not. It’s just that I have no idea what the other girlfriends and wives are like. What if they’re bitchy?”
“I’m sure some are, but you always make friends, Q.”
“ Please .”
I sigh and roll my eyes at her but of course I give in, as she knew I would.
Chapter 7
Cam
A win is exactly what we needed tonight. We’re leading our division, and now we just need one more win to clinch the division title. I would love nothing more than for my guys to be able to play the final games knowing we have a chance to make it to the Series this year. They play well under pressure, but it’s me that I’m worried about this year. I don’t know if I can take the stress of not knowing if we’ve won the division until the last game. I expect our team to go all the way this year, and I’m not going to be satisfied with anything less.
The guys are ready to go. Before we leave the locker room I make sure everyone in our group has on a suit. Coach doesn’t always require it, but as we near playoff season, he prefers us to carry ourselves appropriately. I agree and typically make any group I’m with put suits on if they are going to dinner with me after a game. I want my guys representing the team properly.
“Ready, Johnny?”
“Yeah, just making sure my tie is straight.”
I look at him. “Dude, you sound like a chick.”
“Hey, my girl is here, so I want to make sure I look good for her, man.”
He means nothing by it, but the statement is the equivalent of a punch in the gut. I miss Crystal waiting for me after the games. To have that one constant, the beautiful smiling face greeting you after a game, is the greatest feeling in the world. Even when you lose, if you have someone waiting for you, it makes the loss bearable.
I see that prick Anderson in the back with a suit on, which means they’re most likely coming to dinner with the group. It’s a large group tonight because the guys are in the mood for a celebration, and we play at home again tomorrow.
My job is to make sure no one is drinking more than one or two cocktails. I’m pitching tomorrow, so alcohol is completely off the table for me.
“Let’s go. I just need to say goodnight to Cameron and Monica before we head out.”
“You got it, bro.”
When we make it outside, Cameron and Monica are waiting near the exit. Cameron starts running toward me at full speed the moment he sees me. It breaks my heart, but I force the emotion out of my head and smile when he reaches me. I bend over and scoop him up, throwing him up in the air and catching him at chest level. He’s laughing like he just went on the greatest ride of his life.
“Did you enjoy the game?”
He nods his head rapidly. “It was great, Uncle Cam. Are you pitching tomorrow?”
“You got it, buddy.”
“I can’t wait.” He looks at me with awe. I have to admit, even though he’s only four years old, it does something for my ego to know the little guy looks up to me.
“Are you and Mom headed home?”
“Yeah, she said it’s bedtime. But
Raymond E. Feist, S. M. Stirling