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ignoring me.
    But maybe it was time for me to put up or shut up. I typed a text into my phone, held my breath and pushed the Send button— Bringing hot sex to Montana. I Love you. See you in a few days! I was such a chicken, but giving myself a couple of days to screw up the courage to show up on Adam’s doorstep, I was sure I was a smart chicken. Or at the very least a practical one.
    A text came back within seconds. Who the fuck is this? I stared at the screen in disbelief .
    Now, there are two teams within a baseball organization, the Whore Dogs who chase anything and everything, leaving a trail of broken hearts in their wake, and The Romantics, good guys like Adam. Monogamous guys who make you believe in happily ever afters. Granted I signed up for this life when I fell in love with Adam, sort of. But him joining the Whore Dogs? No. It couldn’t be. I’d been around his serial cheater buddies, and that just wasn’t him.
    There had to be an explanation. Maybe he was asleep. Maybe he was sick. Maybe he’d lost his phone and was too cheap to go get another one. Before I could guess again, the phone rang. I was afraid to pick it up.
    “Hi.” Adam shouted over the background noise. “I’m at a party with some of the guys and saw your text. One of those boneheads was messing with my phone. Everything all right?”
    I wanted to believe the text wasn’t from some girl he was with. “Everything’s good.”
    “Hey, are you really coming out?” I couldn’t tell much about his tone over the noise level, and then the crowd sounded muffled, like he stepped outside.
    “I had my last day at the shop and thought I’d come see you. Antwan’s babysitting Buster, so I’m en route.” Not a total lie. “I checked the team schedule, y’all are at home for the next ten days and you only have four games. So it looked like a good time to me.”
    “Look Rainey, I love you. I’ll get you out here soon, I promise, but now is not a good time. I’ve got stuff going on.”
    “What kind of stuff?” It wasn’t like he worked for the Secret Service, he played baseball for God’s sake.
    “Just stuff.”
    “And you’re saying I’d be in the way.”
    “No, of course not, but please, just trust me on this.”
    I swallowed hard. “It’s too late, Adam. I’m on my way. I wanted to surprise you, but now you know.” I felt my inner diva cursing a blue streak at me for not being more assertive, but mostly at Adam because she liked to get laid too. Truth was, if either she or I had any balls, we would have asked him straight up why he hadn’t called or returned my other calls. “Whatever stuff you have going on, you have five days to sort it out, and then it’s just you and me, baby.”
    “So you’re dead set on coming?” He sounded nervous, angry, and he must have stepped back inside because I the party noise was louder. “I’ve got to go, Rainey.”
    “I love you, Adam. So much.”
    “Me too,” he said and ended the call.
    Me too? My inner diva was screaming. Me fucking too? Adam was never a me too kind of guy, he was always the I Love You kind, no matter where he was or who he was with, he said it loud and clear. I tried to reason with her—maybe Adam was telling the truth. Maybe it was just one of the guys messing with his phone. But she was right, he was definitely acting different. For the first time ever, he didn’t ask about Buster, and in four years, he’s never told me I couldn’t come see him. If Antwan were here, he’d pour me another glass of wine and tell me to listen to my inner diva.
    I was too busy telling her to shut the hell up. Adam had never given me a reason to doubt him. Until now, I’d been sure he didn’t play for the Whore Dogs. But how far was I willing to go to find out for sure? And if there was another girl, was I willing to fight for him?

 
     
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
    TUESDAY
     
    I shed my cute wedges for a pair of flip flops, but didn’t have much of a choice as to what to wear.