About a week later, reliever Patrick Walker approached Tommy in the clubhouse and plopped down in a chair next to him. “One of the guys told me they saw you pull into the ballpark in a new BMW with a hot blonde in the car,” he said.
Tommy smiled, proud that he’d been noticed. “That’s right. Her name’s Candy.”
“Is she your new squeeze?”
“We’ve been out a couple of times,” Tommy replied, reaching into his locker for some hand lotion. “Had a great time Thursday night. We went out to the movies and then she came back to my apartment for drinks.”
“Oh, yeah? Did you get her to spend the night?”
Tommy returned a sly smile but didn’t say anything.
“Where’d you meet her?”
“At the ballpark. She’s a fan.”
“Did she tell you what she does for a living?”
Tommy was growing suspicious of Walker’s
