The Game Changer (The Perfect Game #2)

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How my pride soared as I watched him play baseball, knowing how much of his heart it held. And how it literally warmed me from head to toe being the person he loved more than it. I relished the moment, reaching into my purse for my camera.

I looked through the viewfinder and grunted audibly. My seat was great for viewing the game, but not photographing it. I was simply too far away, and I didn’t have my larger zoom lens with me. I snapped one picture anyway, just to remember the night by, before shoving the camera back into my non-designer purse.

In my dazed state, I barely noticed that the seat to my right was newly occupied. Convinced it was another horrible wife, I hesitated to acknowledge this person. I second-guessed myself, suddenly feeling no better than those other women, when a warm voice with a British accent interrupted my thoughts. “Hi. You’re new.”

I turned toward her and stopped my jaw from falling wide open. This woman was stunning. She had an exotic look that I assumed brought guys to their knees. Her long straight brown hair looked like satin. That combined with her naturally tan skin made the green flecks in her hazel eyes stand out even more. I didn’t think she had a stitch of makeup on, and I was convinced she was the prettiest woman in this stadium.

I offered a small smile. “Yeah. I’m Cassie.”

She reached out her hand. “Hi, Cassie. I’m Trina.” A wide smile appeared, and she grew even more gorgeous.

“It’s nice to meet you,” I told her, my voice genuine. After what I’d just witnessed, the fact that she was willing to talk to me at all eased my nerves.

“You too. So, who do you belong to?” She nudged my shoulder with hers.

“Jack Carter.” I tilted my chin toward the field. “He’s pitching tonight. And you?”

“The second baseman, Kyle.” She lifted her hand, pointing him out on the field, and I glanced at her ring finger. My shoulders relaxed when I noticed the absence of rings.

“Where are you from? I love your accent,” I said before suddenly feeling stupid.

“London. I like yours too.” She grinned.

“I don’t have an accent!” I laughed.

“You do. It’s like a totally Californian accent, dude,” she said, trying to mimic the way I sounded to her.

“Well, that’s awesome,” I attempted to say with an English accent, but failed miserably. “So, how long has your boyfriend been on the team?” I asked, desperate for her friendliness to continue.

“This is our second season. He got traded last year.”

“What’s with them?” I tipped my head subtly in the direction of the mean girls.

Trina’s face instantly filled with irritation, her perfectly shaped brows pulling together with distaste. “They’re bitches. They won’t talk to you until Jack has,” her manicured fingers shot into the air and did the symbol for air quotes, “paid his dues.”

“Until Jack has what?” I asked, with an expression that I’m sure reflected the confusion my brain was experiencing.

“He has to earn the respect of his teammates. Once he does that, then you’ll earn the respect of the Bratz dolls over there.”

“Seriously?” I reached for my head, massaging my temples as she continued filling me in.

“There is a class system among the wives. And well, you and I already have one strike against us because we’re not wives. We’re only girlfriends.”

“Uh, didn’t they start off as girlfriends?”

“I like you.” Trina laughed. “Of course they did, but that doesn’t matter. We’re nothing to them. The only way they’ll talk to you is if you do something wrong or get in their way. It’s ridiculous.”

My head ached as I tried to wrap my thoughts around the insanity that came with the baseball wives. Thankfully, the crack of the bat grabbed our attention and we watched as Kyle fielded the hard-hit grounder effortlessly. Trina released a breath, and a broad smile stretched across her cheekbones. My smile followed, thankful for the out. I wanted Jack to have a great first game.

I couldn’t keep from staring at Trina’s perfect features. “I’m sorry, but you’re ridiculously gorgeous. You look like a model.” The words escaped my lips before I could be embarrassed by them.

Trina let out a giggle. “Thank you, Cassie. I actually am.” She paused. “A model, that is. Not gorgeous. Oh, gosh.”

I laughed. “A nice model? Who woulda thought?”

“Not most people, that’s for sure.”

As I focused on Jack again, his fluid movements caused sensations in me I couldn’t hide. My cheeks warmed as he leaned his body forward, focusing on the catcher’s glove. Even from where I sat, I could sense the intensity in Jack’s eyes. A battle waged between the hitter and the pitcher, and Jack hated to lose. A quick nod and one deep breath later, Jack’s arm hurled the ball past the batter, who swung his bat mightily, but missed.

“And definitely not them,” she said, directing her displeasure back toward the mean girls.

“They’re just jealous because you don’t have to bleach your hair some fake color or spray tan yourself orange to look good.”

She continued to smile at me. “Do you work, Cassie?”

I nodded. “I work for a magazine.”

“Strike two.” She arched her eyebrows, and I crinkled mine. “Didn’t you know it was our duty to quit working as soon as we started dating them?”

“Apparently I didn’t get that memo.”

“They hate girlfriends. And they hate anyone who works.” She shrugged. “You would think that we’d all support each other and be friends since we’re forced to spend so much time together. But that’s not how it works. You should have seen me last season, trying to talk to them at every game. Someone finally had to tell me that they would speak to me when I was worthy. That’s the word she actually used. Worthy,” she said, emphasizing it slowly, almost in a whisper, and I couldn’t hide my disgust. “But she’s not here anymore. Her husband got traded.”

“Wow. I did not sign up for this,” I said, the realization hitting me that these women would now be part of my life whether I wanted them to or not.

Trina brushed some loose hair from her eyes before continuing. “The worst one is Kymber.”

“Kymber? Even her name screams bitch,” I said with a quick laugh.

Trina’s eyes darted to Kymber before returning to mine. “She’s the queen bee here. That’s how she refers to herself. The Queen Bee. Who says that?”

Cheers erupted into the air, causing both Trina and me to look at the field as our team jogged off, disappearing into the dugout. I’d made it through half an inning. Only eight and a half more to go.

“Her husband has been playing the longest and makes the most money. That’s why she’s the queen. And all the rest of the wives bow down to her.”

A disgruntled sound ripped from my chest. “I’ve never been really good at bowing down to anyone. It’s not really in my nature.”

“Don’t worry, Cassie. She won’t make your life a living hell or anything. She’ll just act like you’re invisible. Like you don’t exist. And if that kind of thing doesn’t bug you, then you’ll be fine.”

I pondered her words, trying to figure out exactly how the situation made me feel. Was it better to be a verbal punching bag or to not exist at all?

When the game finally ended, I followed Trina down a long staircase. Her shoes clicked and clacked down the last set of public stairs before she headed through a private door, guarded by security. Once inside, I shivered as the air of the cold brick tunnels coursed through me. The tunnels ran the length of the stadium, and I quickly thanked Trina for taking me under her wing.

“No problem. I had no idea where the clubhouse was after my first game, and no one showed me. By the time I got down here Kyle was waiting for me, wondering what took me so long.”

A burly security guard stood between two metal guardrails. He smiled as Trina approached, giving her a quick hug before staring at me, the wrinkles around his eyes deepening.

“Carl, this is Cassie. She’s Jack Carter’s girlfriend.”

He reached out his massive hand, and I gripped it. “Nice to meet you, Carl.”

“You too, Cassie. Hell of a game tonight for your boy. Make sure you tell him I said good job, OK?”

“Absolutely.”

“I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around.”

“Honestly? I’ll probably get lost.”

Trina giggled. “Isn’t she funny, Carl? We’re going to be good friends.”

We followed the white bricks as they curved gently around a long corridor. Once around the corner, a Mets sign protruded from the wall, announcing the location of the player’s locker room. I smiled when we reached the double mahogany doors with a sign that read New York Mets Clubhouse above them. I curbed my desire to whip out my camera and photograph the doors and sign.

“And now we just wait?” I asked Trina quietly.

“Yep.”

I Insist

Jack

I walked out of the clubhouse, eager to see Kitten. It was my first outing as a New York Met, and I’d been credited with the win. I pitched six innings and gave up three hits, no walks, and one run. I scanned the crowd of waiting women and children, searching for the one who owned my heart.

There’s my girl.

I smiled as soon as our eyes met, the pure fucking joy it brought me to see her made me feel like the biggest pussy on earth. I noticed the hot chick standing next to her, but I didn’t give a shit. My heart belonged to my Kitten, and I’d never fuck that up again. I hustled over to her, scooping her up in my arms before I planted a long, dramatic kiss on her waiting mouth. My tongue begged for her lips to part and once she finally opened them, I had to remind myself where we were. I pulled back from her slowly, holding her face in my hand. “I missed you,” I whispered, mentally patting myself on the back as her cheeks turned pink.

“Uh, babe. This is Trina. She’s Kyle’s girlfriend.” Cassie’s voice stuttered, and I stopped myself from announcing it to the entire tunnel.

Jack Carter makes his girlfriend lose her composure with just one kiss! Oh yeah, he’s THAT good.

I extended my hand to Trina, shaking hers firmly. “Nice to meet you.”

Way to go, Peters.

“Thanks for hanging out with Kitten.”

Trina’s forehead creased as she shot Cassie a confused look. “Kitten?”

“Oh my gosh, don’t listen to him.” Cassie swatted my arm. “Don’t call me that to other people like it’s my name,” she demanded, which made me want to pull her aside and show her who was boss.

She was.

“It was nice to meet you, Trina. I’ve gotta take this one home now.” I winked as I interlocked my fingers with Cassie’s, pulling her away from the crowd.

We exited the stadium where waiting fans lingered for autographs, pictures, and whatever else they could get from us players. Cameras flashed as Cassie and I walked past, and I pretended not to notice when two women screamed my name. Cassie jumped at the sound of their voices. “It’s OK, Kitten.” My fingertips brushed against her shoulder. Even with Cassie by my side, women still behaved like lunatics.