The Game Changer (The Perfect Game 2)

“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 qu

ick 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.

“Jack! Will you sign my son’s ball?” A man’s voice echoed into the night air.

I glanced at Cass, and she smiled, slowing her pace to a stop. “Sure. ” The rest of the fans quickly gathered around, and I scanned the group, only signing balls and posing for pictures with kids or guys.