There was a pause. “Now?”
“Please?”
“I can do it in the morning before we leave.”
“I think they go on the road tomorrow, and I would like to get it to them beforehand so they have something to listen to on their flight.” Iknewthey were going on the road for ten days before they had four games at home, and then they’d come to California for four, but they had a home game the following night and I’d lied to Kat.
There was another pause. “Okay. You’re lucky our hotel is just down the street. Meet me at the entrance you guys went in earlier.”
“Thank you. I owe you.”
“Yeah, you do.” She couldn’t get mad at me for wanting to promote us more. That was her job, and she should be happy I was trying to do more.
Though, I had an alternative motive.
While I waited for Kat to arrive, I asked our escort, Cami, who had brought us out onto the field for a piece of paper and a pen.
I want to see you. Call me.
-V
I wrote my phone number and folded the paper. Once Kat arrived, I took the bag of CDs from her. “Thanks, honey.”
“You should have had this idea two weeks ago.”
I chuckled. “Sorry, it just came to me.”
“I can take them for you,” Cami offered.
“Actually, I was wondering if I could put them in the lockers?” From my baseball studies, I knew that lockers in the team clubhouses didn’t have doors, and each locker had a rectangular tin sign with the Diamondback’s logo and the player’s last name and number.
Cami frowned. “I’m sorry, I can’t let you in there.”
“Please, sweetheart,” I said, turning on the charm. “I’ll be quick. Plus, we’ve been doing these stadiums for weeks, and I haven’t seen a clubhouse yet. I want to check it off my bucket list.”
The girls shared a look, and then Cami said, “Okay, but make it quick.”
“You’re a doll.” I hugged her.
“I have no desire to see a sweaty locker room,” Kat stated. “I’ll see you in the morning. Don’t call me again unless it’s an emergency. I was at the hotel’s bar, hoping to find my next husband.”
I snorted as she walked away, and then Cami took me through double doors and down a long hallway with red walls and the word D-backs on both sides.
“Don’t be too long,” Cami ordered and swung a door open.
“No problem.” I stepped into the room and immediately started putting the CDs on each chair in front of the lockers.
I didn’t bother to look around the room because Iwasin a hurry. All of the lockers—that were more like partitioned cubbies—had clothes hanging up and shoes on the bottom. I was only looking for one name.
When I found Rogers, I stopped, looked back toward the door to see that Cami wasn’t watching, and then slipped my note in the inside of the CD case. I didn’t want to put it on his chair in fear that someone would take it, so instead, I found his pair of pants that were neatly folded and placed on a shelf and slipped the CD between the folds.
Then I hurried and placed the remaining CDs on the chairs, leaving a stack of five extra for the coaches or anyone else who wanted them on a table, and got the fuck out of there in case someone walked in.
Plus, I’d already missed too much of the game for my liking.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Slate
