Chapter 11

Carter picked up his glass, only to realize that it was already empty. How many drinks had he had? He’d lost count. To his immense irritation, he was only vaguely buzzed. It was just his luck that he couldn’t get drunk off his ass like he wanted to.

He was considering whether or not he wanted to go back to his room and sleep or get another beer when a woman sat down next to him at the bar, wearing a skimpy top and even shorter skirt. The woman’s breasts were close to spilling from her top if she moved too quickly. She smiled flirtatiously at Carter, her lips bright pink and pouting.

“You’re that ballplayer, aren’t you?” she said, a slight drawl to her words. “Basketball, right?”

Carter couldn’t help but stare at her breasts: he was human and male, after all. She certainly had enough of them to get the attention of any straight male in this greasy little dive bar.

“Close,” said Carter. “Baseball.”

“Oh, even better. The way you guys handle those balls…” She fluttered her eyelashes.