and some of the other wives and girlfriends of the team, like we talked briefly about. There’s no need for you to be over there sitting by yourself. We’ve got plenty of room.”
I did recall her saying that about her section, but my heart leaped at being taken out of my comfort zone. I was kind of introverted. I could meld into any group I believed, but actually actively seeking new situations to place myself in wasn’t something I did. Not to mention, if Griffin sought me out in my usual spot he wouldn’t see me. I thought to decline, but then Kerry put her hands out, helping me up and saying, “Come on. Come on. The game is about to begin.”
I felt placed in a corner so I did, gathering my things. Fortunately, Griffin chose that exact moment to face my way, his hair sticking to his brow after he just caught a pass from another player. He pushed his hair back out of his face, his hands on his waist and looking confused. But then I pointed to Kerry with a shrug as she guided me along the courtside line, her hand motioning to make sure I kept up. At the sight, a smile moved over Griffin’s lips and I assumed he recognized my kidnapper. He gave me another wink before handing the ball off to a teammate. I had his support and wasn’t the least bit surprised. It was he who told me to step out and make friends with some of the other player’s spouses/ girlfriends. And with basketball players, they definitely were. Long legs met my sight before faces did, smooth and lotioned to perfection from under skirts and short dresses. Lengthy lashes found me second, intrigued by the new girl one of their friends brought to them. I suddenly was very aware of my apparel under their gazes. This was a basketball game why weren’t they wearing basketball stuff?
I gave a swift tug to my jersey, trying to remain calm.
“Ladies,” Kerry said, bringing me to her by the arm. “This is Roxie. She’s with Griffin Chandler. You may remember his proposal not too long ago.”
Though the two ladies eyes flashed it wasn’t in a bad way. In fact, they both smiled with it and that seemed quite genuine. A light skinned girl with brown eyes holding a gorgeous flare of hazel placed out her hand. “I’m Sam. Number thirteen is with me. Kirk Kinsey. We’ve been dating for a little over a year now. Congrats on your engagement. You’re going to have to tell us all about you and Griffin. He sounds really nice.”
“What she means to say,” the woman beside her said. She reminded me of Kerry a bit with the worldliness she put off. A dark beauty, she had her hair up in a tight ponytail. “Is how can she get her man to finally pop the question too. She’s with the brother a year and already getting stir crazy.”
Sam’s eyebrows flicked up. Rolling her eyes, she crossed her arms. “Whatever, Eddie.”
“Girl, you know I’m just giving you a hard time,” she said, giving Sam a nudge until she laughed too. Then Eddie shook my hand. “Eddie Kline. Though I’m no longer a member of the basketball wives club, I fully support the relationships.”
“Which is why we let her still stick around.” Kerry winked, causing a round of laughter from the small group. Eddie stuck her tongue out at her, but I could see she took the jab in could stride. The joking nature of the group surprised me, but only in a good way. I figured they’d be quite a serious group, but these ladies reminded me a lot of the ones back home. Just way better dressed than myself and my motley crew of roller derby girls I supposed.
Kerry let them know that she invited me to sit with them and the two ladies made room. I kind of felt like the mascot of the group in my ball cap, jersey, and jeans, but they didn’t call attention to it, nor did they give me a hard time about it. They just wanted to know more about me, the new girl on the scene.
“I’m from the Midwest,” I told them. “Griffin’s from Texas. This is all so different, you know?”
“Girl, we’ve all
I did recall her saying that about her section, but my heart leaped at being taken out of my comfort zone. I was kind of introverted. I could meld into any group I believed, but actually actively seeking new situations to place myself in wasn’t something I did. Not to mention, if Griffin sought me out in my usual spot he wouldn’t see me. I thought to decline, but then Kerry put her hands out, helping me up and saying, “Come on. Come on. The game is about to begin.”
I felt placed in a corner so I did, gathering my things. Fortunately, Griffin chose that exact moment to face my way, his hair sticking to his brow after he just caught a pass from another player. He pushed his hair back out of his face, his hands on his waist and looking confused. But then I pointed to Kerry with a shrug as she guided me along the courtside line, her hand motioning to make sure I kept up. At the sight, a smile moved over Griffin’s lips and I assumed he recognized my kidnapper. He gave me another wink before handing the ball off to a teammate. I had his support and wasn’t the least bit surprised. It was he who told me to step out and make friends with some of the other player’s spouses/ girlfriends. And with basketball players, they definitely were. Long legs met my sight before faces did, smooth and lotioned to perfection from under skirts and short dresses. Lengthy lashes found me second, intrigued by the new girl one of their friends brought to them. I suddenly was very aware of my apparel under their gazes. This was a basketball game why weren’t they wearing basketball stuff?
I gave a swift tug to my jersey, trying to remain calm.
“Ladies,” Kerry said, bringing me to her by the arm. “This is Roxie. She’s with Griffin Chandler. You may remember his proposal not too long ago.”
Though the two ladies eyes flashed it wasn’t in a bad way. In fact, they both smiled with it and that seemed quite genuine. A light skinned girl with brown eyes holding a gorgeous flare of hazel placed out her hand. “I’m Sam. Number thirteen is with me. Kirk Kinsey. We’ve been dating for a little over a year now. Congrats on your engagement. You’re going to have to tell us all about you and Griffin. He sounds really nice.”
“What she means to say,” the woman beside her said. She reminded me of Kerry a bit with the worldliness she put off. A dark beauty, she had her hair up in a tight ponytail. “Is how can she get her man to finally pop the question too. She’s with the brother a year and already getting stir crazy.”
Sam’s eyebrows flicked up. Rolling her eyes, she crossed her arms. “Whatever, Eddie.”
“Girl, you know I’m just giving you a hard time,” she said, giving Sam a nudge until she laughed too. Then Eddie shook my hand. “Eddie Kline. Though I’m no longer a member of the basketball wives club, I fully support the relationships.”
“Which is why we let her still stick around.” Kerry winked, causing a round of laughter from the small group. Eddie stuck her tongue out at her, but I could see she took the jab in could stride. The joking nature of the group surprised me, but only in a good way. I figured they’d be quite a serious group, but these ladies reminded me a lot of the ones back home. Just way better dressed than myself and my motley crew of roller derby girls I supposed.
Kerry let them know that she invited me to sit with them and the two ladies made room. I kind of felt like the mascot of the group in my ball cap, jersey, and jeans, but they didn’t call attention to it, nor did they give me a hard time about it. They just wanted to know more about me, the new girl on the scene.
“I’m from the Midwest,” I told them. “Griffin’s from Texas. This is all so different, you know?”
“Girl, we’ve all
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