Free Reflection (Game On Trilogy #2) by Lisa Sommers

about that I was in the shower.”
    His eye contact remains intact, but his jaw slowly moves up and down. Spit it out boy. “Um, hi. You’re um, Mr. Huntington, right?”
    He must be a baseball fan. “The one and only,” why can’t Chelsea look at me like this. Well, maybe not quite like this, but is she really the only one on Earth that can easily resist me? “Here I’ll take that out of your hands for you.” I set the tray down on the round dining table and revert my attention back to the star-studded kid. I reach into my pocket and hand him a tip. He is still standing there without saying a word. “Um, would you like my autograph or something?”
    “Really? I would love that. Thank you so much Mr. Huntington. That is so awesome of you.” Suddenly, his voice has come back.
    I reach for the hotel pen and paper, but the kid all of a sudden pulls out a baseball from his . . . hell, I don’t know where he was holding that thing. “Would you mind signing this?” He holds it out to me.
    He must have known who he was delivering food to since he had the ball. “Sure, uh, what’s your name kid?”
    “Clarence.” He says.
    “Clarence?” I lift my gaze to him. “Well, that’s a name you don’t hear too often anymore.”
    “Yeah, well, my parents were a bit older when they had me. I guess it was a common name back in the day.”
    I write the boy’s name and then sign my signature. I hand the ball back to Clarence and tell him thanks for delivering my food. The boy starts to back away slowly as I call out to him, “If you’re free tomorrow I’ll leave a couple of tickets at the front desk for you.”
    Clarence’s eyes go wide. “Dude, are you serious?”
    “Totally.” I am not sure how I started talking in this valley girl kind of voice, but it makes me chuckle.  These are those moments that make my job all the more special. “I’ll be sure to leave them at the front desk before I head out to the game tomorrow.”
    The kid doesn’t say anything else even though it looks like he wants to. I guess I caught him off guard.
     
    I’ve been sitting in the sauna for about fifteen minutes when I hear a few female voices coming from the hot tub area. I had planned to get out of this sweatbox in no later than fifteen minutes, but I don’t feel like hanging out with any women at the moment. Fucking Chelsea ruined me for all others. I stay in here for a few more minutes until I hear silence. I creep out and peer my head around the corner. I don’t see anyone so I make my way to the hot tub so I can relax for a few minutes before heading up to bed.
    I close my eyes and lean my head back against the hard tile. “Aww, this’ll put me to sleep in no time.” I say to no one but myself. This is exactly what I need.
    I am here for no longer than four or five minutes when I hear shuffling footsteps behind me. I hear the sharp intake of a female’s breath so I tilt my head in that direction and peek one eye open to see who it is.
    I come eye-to-eye with this chick who is completely focused on my face. I have no idea who she is but she’s giving me the creeps. She’s hot and all, but she’s looking at me like a lion waiting to devour its prey. I wish Chelsea would look at me like that.
    Finally, she speaks. “Dude, do you know who you are?” She asks.
    I lift my eyebrows. “I do.” I say warily.
    It looks like she was just about to leave the pool area and head back to wherever it is she came from, but then she kicks off her sandals, throws her towel on a chair and strips off her large shirt she was using to cover her blue two-piece bathing suit.
    “I am so not passing this up.” She says as she slips her slender body into the hot tub across from me.
    Great. Normally, I’d be all over her, but I have no interest since Chelsea stole my heart, stepped on it and has yet to give it back to me.
    I keep my mouth shut and just keep a wary gaze on Miss Space Invader.
    “So, I take it you’re here in town for a