Bring The Heat: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (Bad Boys of Summer Book 1) Read Free Page A

saving bags they show on late night infomercials. Did it require a vacuum cleaner to get into?
    Robby’s mansion had a full-size gym basement with everything he needed to stay in tip-top shape and Paris obviously used it just as religiously. That girl couldn’t pack on a pound if her life depended on it. Me on the other hand…
    We waited for thirty minutes and finally, footsteps and voices sounded at the opposite end of the hallway. Paris shot to her feet and smoothed her hands over her skirt and then fluffed her waves before plastering a broad smile on her fiercely red lips. “Baby!” she shouted, before flinging her arms open wide and shuffling in the direction of her man.
    “Hey, sexy mama,” Robby growled, gathering her into his arms and planting a wet sounding kiss on her lips.
    “How are you?” she cooed, wiping the trace of her second hand lipstick from his mouth.
    He shrugged. “I’m fine. This is just our year, I guess.” He paused and nodded at me. “Hey Chels. How’d this one convince you to tag along?”
    “Oh…she promised me we could go have sushi.”
    Robby laughed. “Aha. Well that sounds awesome to me. I need to go finish a couple of things but I’ll meet you there, okay?”
    “Of course, baby!” Paris pressed another lingering kiss to his lips, repeated the clean-up job, and sent him on his way with a firm slap to his backside.
    * * * *
    “Oh. My. Gawd! Paris!”
    Not only had the grand slam ball made its way out of the park, into the parking lot, but it had flown as far as row C, parking space 321. AKA where my Mazda was parked. The ball had blown right through my windshield and was chilling on the driver’s seat—taunting me.
    “Oh shit!” Paris said, coming up behind me. She had stopped to chat with another one of the team wives but caught up at the sound of my rattled cry. “Chelsea, I’m so sorry! I had no idea…wow.”
    I ripped the door open and gasped at the smattering of safety glass spread all over the front seat. “This is a fucking train wreck! I knew I should’ve stayed home.”
    “Oh, come on. We’ll call AAA and they’ll come tow you to a shop. Windshields go in just like that,” she made a pop sound with her lips. “Easy peasy. In the meantime, we’ll go get some sushi and take your mind off of it.”
    My temples pulsed and I rubbed lightly at my forehead. I was starting to get a headache.
    “Besides, just think about how much this ball could be worth.” She reached past me and plucked it from the glittering pile of glass. She shook it off and handed it to me. “Delgado was the MVP of the league last year. You could throw this thing up on eBay and make a bundle. Some crazy fan will want it.”
    I dropped the ball into my oversize shoulder bag. I would deal with it later.
    “Come on, babe. I’ll get this sorted out.” Paris grabbed her phone from her little black purse and flipped through her contacts. “Here are my keys. I’m in the next row over. Go crank up the AC, put on some tunes, and I’ll be there in a hot minute.”
    I knew I was an adult and should be able to deal with the situation myself, but her offer to do it for me was too tempting. God knows she had the time and the money.
    I took her keys and sauntered over to her enormous SUV in olive green that Robby had gifted her on her twenty-fifth birthday. I climbed inside and turned on the AC and retrieved a water bottle from the cold climate compartment under the glove box. I downed the bottle in four chugs and relaxed my head back on the smooth leather.
    As promised, Paris joined me a few minutes later and told me it was handled. A tow truck was on the way and would take the car to a local shop that could replace the windshield and drop the car off at my townhouse the next morning before ten am.
    “Wow. How’d you wrangle that?” I asked.
    “I threw in tickets to tomorrow night’s game if they put a rush on it.” She tossed me a wink and threw the SUV into reverse. “Now let’s go