Chapter FourMatt got to the stadium early so he could speak to Barker Garland privately. He spied Dan Alexander eating breakfast alone. Matt filled a plate at the buffet and pulled up a chair next to his buddy. Chewing, the pitcher nodded then added sugar to his coffee.
Matt shoveled in a forkful of scrambled eggs and swallowed before speaking. “So, how’s it going?”
“What? My pitching? You know how that’s going.” Dan picked up a piece of bacon.
“No, no with the girl...uh, hot, no, Holly?”
“You mean my fiancée?”
“Yeah, yeah. Her. Where is she?” Matt wolfed down home fries.
“Amazing. She’s sleeping in.”
“I mean. You don’t feel like, claustrophobic or anything?”
“Nope.”
“And you’re getting laid?”
“Hey! A guy doesn’t talk about s*x with the woman who’s going to be his wife.”
“Okay.
