Weekend Wife
“The umpire’s command reverberated throughout Dodger Stadium as Tyler led his “family” to Connstarr’s special box seats. Thankfully, Roxanne, Uncle Denny and the potential client had yet to arrive. It would give him a chance to issue some last-minute instructions, Ty thought, herding the small group and their piles of peanuts, hot dogs and soft drinks to their seats.
The giant electronic scoreboard flashed the words Go Dodgers! as the organist whipped the crowd into a pregame frenzy. Helga, alre...ady caught up in the spirit of America’s most beloved sport, dangerously swung her mustard-soaked hot dog and hollered, “Damn! How I love ya, Dodger Blue!”
Ty patted his jacket pocket to make sure he’d remembered his king-size bottle of antacids, and shot Emily a pointed look.
“Can’t you do something to keep her under control?” he groaned under his breath as he guided her into the seat next to him.
“I left her muzzle at home,” she flung back, pulling Carmen across her knees and settling her in her lap.MoreLess
The giant electronic scoreboard flashed the words Go Dodgers! as the organist whipped the crowd into a pregame frenzy. Helga, alre...ady caught up in the spirit of America’s most beloved sport, dangerously swung her mustard-soaked hot dog and hollered, “Damn! How I love ya, Dodger Blue!”
Ty patted his jacket pocket to make sure he’d remembered his king-size bottle of antacids, and shot Emily a pointed look.
“Can’t you do something to keep her under control?” he groaned under his breath as he guided her into the seat next to him.
“I left her muzzle at home,” she flung back, pulling Carmen across her knees and settling her in her lap.MoreLess
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