My breath caught. “Oh, yeah? For what team?”
“Diamondbacks.”
“Cool,” I replied. I never got into sports when I was a kid. I was the skater type, and then the guys and I started our band. I made a mental note to check if we would be performing at their stadium because I wasn’t about to ask this gorgeous man where his team played and look like an idiot.
“And you? I’m assuming you’re famous since you thought I should know who you were.”
“I’m in a band.”
“Which one?”
“Flirting with Fire.” He started to open his perfect mouth and then closed it. I chuckled. “I take it you’ve never heard of us?”
Slate rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry, can’t say that I have.”
We started walking again. “It’s cool, but you might soon.”
“And why’s that?”
“We’re going to be performing the national anthem at some games this July in various cities.”
“What ballparks?”
It was my turn to rub the back of my neck nervously because if I said the state where the Diamondbacks were located, he would know I had no clue about them. I wasn’t sure why I wanted to make a good impression on this guy, but I did. “All of the California ones, both Texas teams, Colorado, and Arizona.”
He smirked but didn’t say anything.
“What?” I questioned.
“Do you know the team names for those states?”
I looked away from his stare. “Well, I know the Dodgers and Angels since they are LA teams.”
“So, that’s a no for the other seven?”
“Seven?” I thought it was only three besides thetwoCalifornia teams.
Slate laughed, and I instantly wanted to silence him with my mouth. “Let’s just say my home team is in one of those states.”
“Since you’re here, I’d say you either play for the Dodgers or the Angels.”
“Nope, but my team played the Angels tonight.”
“Then I can just look it up when I get my phone later.”
“Sure,” Slate agreed. “But I won’t tell you now.”
“That’s fine. I don’tneedto know now, but I will find out.”
A look of panic lit up his face as we got close to the tennis courts. His eyes widened, and all the blood drained from his face. “You can’t tell anyone.”
“Tell anyone that I know a baseball player?”
Slate shook his head. “No. That I’m gay.”
I blinked. Of course, I wasn’t going to tell anyone that. Per my agreement with Sensation, I couldn’t, and as a bisexual man, I would never do that to someone. Not everyone was open about their sexuality for whatever reason they had, and clearly, Slate had a reason. “Your secret is safe with me.”
“Thank you.”
