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huge hug and kiss before taking her hand and leading her into the
stadium. She looked around, unable to decide if the new stadium
looked more like an office building or a modern prison. She gave a
slight nod as the notion of a huge bank came into her mind.
    Carrie was almost blinded by the bright green
of the grass as she followed behind the tall, slim man all the way
down almost to the front row half way between home plate and first
base.
    Just as they sat down, Alex Rodriguez put the
ball out of the park. The cheering was deafening and Grey took the
opportunity to pull her into his arms again. They jumped and yelled
and laughed.
    Once in their seats, Grey offered her
food.
    "The new stadium has a ton of new kinds of
food. You can have the traditional hot dogs and beer or soda or
something fancier. They have barbecue, Dunkin Donuts, even salads.
What's your poison?"
    "It's still the ballpark…gotta be hot dogs
and soda."
    "Turkey Hill ice cream?
    "That's the best!"
    "I had that as a kid upstate, but how do you
know Turkey Hill?"
    "I travel," she said blushing.
    "Some guy introduced you to it, didn't he?"
His eyes narrowed.
    "Maybe…Look, Jeter's coming up to bat."
    Grey took the hint and dropped his
inquisition about her past. He plied her with hot dogs, soda and
ice cream. He drank beer. Grey had come from work, too. He sat next
to her with a baseball cap pushed back on his head, gray slacks and
a blue striped, long sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up to
his elbows. His tie had been pulled loose and hung limp a few
inches below his collar. Several buttons on his shirt were released
to reveal a bit of his chest hair. Carrie wanted to reach inside
his shirt and flatten her palm against him. She felt her pulse take
a quick leap.
    He pointed out the special features of the
spanking new stadium, leaning in close to her. Her eyes followed
the line of his arms and finger pointing, but she couldn't
concentrate with him so close to her. His scent enticed her and she
could feel the masculine heat radiating from his chest so near
hers. When he sat back, she gazed at him. The casual cap, the shirt
sleeves revealing his powerful forearms lightly covered in
sandy-colored hair. His broad shoulders and chest pulled a little
at the shirt. She guessed he was probably not a perfect fit for one
size but was actually between two sizes. His handsome face
glistened with a little sweat in the sun. Carrie felt her pulse
quicken again and heat begin to course through her veins just
looking at him and yet she couldn't look away. She wanted him.
    "Look, he's going to steal third…it's a hit
and run play," Grey said, pointing to the player taking a huge lead
off second base.
    Just as he said it, the runner on second base
took off and the batter hit a single to center field. The man on
second scored and the crowd went wild. Grey leaped up with the
rest, yelling and raising his hands over his head. He pulled Carrie
out of her seat and enveloped her in his arms. She ran her hands up
his chest as her eyes made contact with his. He looked down at her
and lowered his lips to hers. She wound her arms around him and
pulled them closer. Grey deepened the kiss but soon everyone else
sat down. Fans started to catcall the kissing couple. Someone
whistled, then he was joined by two or three others clapping and
whistling, too.
    The fans around them laughed while Carrie was
mortified. They sank back down in their seats and settled for
holding hands until the game was over. About five thirty they made
their way to the parking lot and Grey's silver Jaguar XK.
    "For dinner, since we're up here already, I
thought I'd take you to Arthur Avenue."
    "What's Arthur Avenue?" She asked, turning to
face him.
    "You grew up in New York and don't know that
the real Little Italy is on Arthur Avenue in the Bronx? Best
Italian food outside of Italy and the bakeries…wow!" He put the car
in gear and they wended their way down side streets filled with
children playing, radios