The Setup Man, page 22
“That would look funny if you wrote it down,” she says. “Close and close.”
“Marry me, Bethany.”
“There you go! Be bold. I like that.”
“Marry me now, or I will marry Glenn Close.”
“Keep it coming!”
“Marry me and I will pitch for your baseball team. But I don’t come cheap. It will cost you a million dollars plus incentives.”
This routine gets us both pretty worked up, so we knock another one off. Afterward it’s time to get dressed. The room is starting to smell, and our two hours are almost up.
Bethany finishes her water in one long gulp. “Can I tell you how much I love owning a baseball team?” She hurls her cup into the trash can. “So far, it’s all about sex.”
I wish that was the first time I heard someone say that.
Acknowledgments
Thanks to my editor, Rob Bloom, who has the filthiest stuff in publishing. Thank you, Rob, for seeing the potential in this project and helping me draw it out. Thanks also to my agent, Jennifer Carlson, for taking an unexpected manuscript in stride. Thank you to the generous friends who commented on drafts: Dave Kern, Jeremy Resnick, Victoria Dougherty, Nathan Oates, and Bob O’Connell. Thanks to my wife, Jessica, for seeing me as a big-leaguer, and to my kids, Violet, Raymond, and Rose of Sharon, for understanding that they are too young to read this book.
A Note About the Author
T. T. Monday lives in San Jose, California. The Setup Man is his first thriller.
T. T. Monday, The Setup Man
