Page 57 of Fumble Into the End Zone
Mia and I dried and changed into clothes before my phone sounded off about the meeting at the airport hangar.
“I have to report to the team plane,” I said as I pecked her lips, and she smiled afterward.
“What are Harley’s and Mrs. Eddy’s schedules,” Mia asked.
“Ms. Renee, our helper, is back and she will handle Ms. Eddy. Harley’s schedule is open. I would prefer she be in bed by eight. You can take her with you or leave her with Ms. Renee,” I said.
Mia shook her head because we both knew Tornado Harley wasn’t going to allow her to move. I removed my wallet and passed Mia my black card, and her brows furrowed.
“Marcus, I’m a trust fund baby who earns her own money. My parents still deposit money in my account. I can cover Harley and I today. Stacie invited me to a baseball game and her parents own the team. Everything is free for us,” Mia said and pushed the card away.
I secured her waist and pecked her face several times. “No, ma’am, take my card until I get one issued to you. You and Harley are my responsibility. Use the card, Mia,” I said, and she submitted with her eyes before removing the card from my hand.
“I need your phone,” I said.
Mia’s head jerked backward. “Why?” she questioned, but I stared as a response and motioned with my hands for the phone.
She handed me the pink covered case, but her phone was locked.
“Unlock,” I requested.
“Why?” she asked, but she received the same answer.
Mia unlocked her phone and handed it back to me. I turned on her locator and looked at her text messages to see someone named Addison. He asked about batting cages, and I blocked his ass. I’m the only man Mia needs to be concerned about.
“What are you doing?” she asked, and I smirked before kissing her temple and returning her phone.
“Marcus, what did you do?” she questioned, and I chose to ease her mind.
“I turned on your locator to make sure I can track you and Harley,” I said, a partial truth.
Mia gave me a halfhearted glare, but her face relaxed. “Marcus, you could’ve asked and I would’ve turned it on. I have your daughter.”
More than satisfied with her answer, I wrapped both hands around her waist to take in her beauty.
“Are you going to miss me?” I asked.
“Why?” she asked in a shy, lighthearted tone.
I lowered my head to the space between her ear and her neck and kissed. “Because I’m going to miss you, but I’m at ease with you being in my bed, waiting for me,” I said, and she giggled.
A knock came at the door. We both knew who it was.
“Time’s up. Good Luck on the game. I got Harley,” she said.
Before I could answer, another knock came at the door. “Who is it?” I requested.
“It’s me, Harley. Is Ms. Mia awake?” she asked with her heightened voice.
When my daughter was excited, her voice changed. It elevated to almost a squeak. It’s something her mother, Sierra, used to do.
“Get ready for Tornado Harley,” I whispered, and Mia patted my chest.
I pulled up to the private airport hangar and parked my red Nissan Maxima next to Bryce’s Jaguar. He slouched over the steering wheel in a hard cackle and then got out the car, but I didn’t care. She helped me keep a low profile.
“Marcus, man, how old is this damn car?” Bryce asked.
He tapped the hood in a spot with the paint chipping. “She’s ten years old,” I said.
