We’re a week away from the Wild Pitch cover reveal and less than a month away from the release date! In today’s excerpt, Mason’s been asked to help get Sean out of his teammates’ suite, where he’s had just a bit too much to drink. A little bit of quick thinking and a lie of omission sends Sean running back to his own (empty) room…
Another door closed and I knew Sean had made it to his room. “Wait, where are you?” he asked, obviously confused.
“I’m at home in bed, Sean,” I told him gruffly. “And I would be sleeping, but apparently Klein figures I’m your keeper and he texted me because you were the life of the party tonight.”
“That’s not fair,” he whined. “I left the party because I thought you were here waiting for me.”
“I know.” I chuckled, wondering if he’d remember any of this in the morning. “And now that you’re back in your room, you need to take some Tylenol, chug a bottle of water and get some sleep. Do you have any Gatorade in the room?”
“No, but you could bring me some and then we could go to sleep together,” he slurred. “If you bring a change of clothes with you, we could sneak down the fire exit before anyone wakes up.” If he thought me sneaking into his hotel room on the team floor in the middle of the night was a good idea, he should’ve quit drinking long ago.
“Not happening. What I will do is bring some with me when we come to pick you up in the morning.” I silently cursed when I realized my alarm was going to go off in less than four hours.
“If you come and get me now, we could go back to your place and sleep until your mom makes breakfast,” he suggested. “She’s a good woman. Always making sure we’re fed.”
“I’m not getting dressed and driving down there to pick you up right now,” I informed him. He grumbled into the phone and I could almost picture him pouting.
“Baby,” he groaned, elongating the word by about four extra syllables. “I wanna see you tonight. Your bed is way better than this one.”
“I understand that, but you’re drunk and we both need some sleep. I’m going to say goodnight, you’re going to say it back, and then I’ll call to make sure you’re up by eight. Got it?” I wondered how it happened that I was the responsible one for a change.
“No, but I don’t think I have a choice, do I?”
“Nope,” I agreed with him. “Now, are you laying down?”
“Yeah,” he grumbled.
“Did you get your pants and shoes off?” I asked. I heard rustling on the other end of the line and figured he’d simply fallen onto the bed, just like last night.
“Now that I’m almost naked, are you going to tell me all the stuff you want to do to me?” he asked, his voice filled with mischief and hope.
“No, I’m going to tell you goodnight.”
“Mace?” he asked warily.
“Do you regret last night?”
“Not a bit,” I said firmly. “What brought that on?”
“You won’t come down here, and I know that you’ve only been with women before, so I’d understand if you decided that you were still more into tits than dicks.” For the first time in the past twenty minutes, I was thankful Sean was drunk. Sober, he would have bottled up these doubts until he couldn’t take it any longer and we’d wind up fighting. Now, whether he remembered this or not come morning, I knew what was on his mind.
“Sean, I’m not driving to the hotel because it’s almost four o’clock and we both have to be up in the morning,” I said softly, trying to soothe him enough that he’d pass out. “I wanted to spend time with you tonight, if you remember, but you had obligations with your guys. There will be time for us later.”
phone and rolled over, praying I wasn’t up for the day.