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days like these
when I’m walking through the spring training locker room of the New York Aces,
I have to bite the inside of my cheek when I see one hot baseball player’s ass
after another. I lean against the locker of Benny Martinez, the Aces top
closing pitcher and my long-time client.
    “How’s the arm, Benny?” I am desperately trying to
avert my eyes from the backside of an outfielder directly behind him.
    Rotating his arm in a circle, he nods. “It feels
great, I really think this is the year. Wish we still had Adamson on the team,
but we can win another World Series without him.”
    I laugh at his comment. “I’ll be sure to pass that
on to him.” Grant Adamson is a former teammate of Benny’s and also Colie’s
husband. Benny and Grant have been long time best friends and even on opposite
coasts, that hasn’t changed.
    “So, date with Mr. Turner tonight or can I have
the privilege of wining and dining the hottest sports agent in the industry?”
Benny asks, pulling his shirt over his taut stomach.
    “Actually, Gregg and I wanted to take you out to
dinner. We’re both in town just for the evening.” Gregg, Grant, and Benny all
joined the MLB pitching rosters the same season and have a solid friendship
from over the years.
    Benny nods, kissing my cheek. “Sounds good to me
as long as the place has some hotties.”
    I roll my eyes and laugh as I walk out with Benny.
He’s a total flirt, never actually following through on any dirty intentions.
He’s got a girl back home, Isabel, who is the mother of his thirteen-year-old
son. To say their relationship is complicated is an understatement. I just try
to stay out of it.
    In the parking lot, we agree to eat at Benny’s
favorite Spanish restaurant, Diego’s. We bid our farewells and I get into my
car, texting Gregg about the plan as he’s driving into Port St. Lucie right
now. I start my rental car and when the bluetooth connects, my phone rings
immediately.
    “Camila Lemos,” I answer without looking to see
who it is.
    “Hello, Miss Lemos. This is your pain in the ass
linebacker.”
    Butterflies are released in my stomach and a grin
creeps over my face at the sound of Evan’s voice. Ever since our surfing
lesson, I’ve let my guard down with him, slowly opening up and letting us get
to know each other better. Truth be told, I look forward to the few minutes a
day we share with each other, whether it be texts or phone calls. I’m treading
in dangerous territory, but I can’t seem to keep myself away from Evan
Purser—both physically and mentally.
    Pretending to groan, I tease him back. “Ugh, what
do you need now?”
    On the other end of the line, Evan fakes a gasp.
“What? Can’t even spare me five minutes?”
    Like a schoolgirl, I giggle. “I take it you’re
done at the gym with nothing better to do other than pester me?”
    Evan’s chuckle comes across the phone and this
feeling deep in my stomach churns. “Something like that, what are you up to?”
    “Headed to dinner with Benny at Diego’s, he swears
their wood-fire lamb is to die for.”
    “Gotcha, well, I’ll let you go. Catch ya later,”
Evan says, ending our phone call abruptly.
    My stomach drops and I stare at the dashboard
where it says “Call ended.” I didn’t want the call to be ended. I wanted to
hear Evan’s voice, find out how his workout was, roll my eyes at his endless
attempts of flirting. My drive across town is filled with empty thoughts of
Evan and how our conversation should have been. Putting my car in park, I sigh.
I’m falling for Evan Purser faster than I can catch myself. I need to put some
distance between us before this ends badly, for more than just Evan and me.
    Benny and I make our way to the table, Gregg
joining us a few minutes later. The two men talk curve balls and sliders while
my mind wanders to a certain linebacker. Watching Gregg talk, I think back over
our relationship. It’s served its purpose over the past few years, but maybe
I’m