Jessa only recognized a few as being from the ball club. She’d be surprised if the majority of the men weren’t locals, here to get in on the action. There had to be at least three women to every man. Add a little music and the hotel could charge a cover to get into the lobby. Good lord. There was more skin showing than in all the strip clubs in Vegas. Jessa dared a glance at Garrett, wondering if he’d react. It was more than obvious that most of these women were here for one purpose. To land — or lay — a baseball player. And she’d thought men were bad. Jeez. It didn’t take long for the horde to notice them. Conversations halted and heated glances were tossed their way as Garrett lead them into the hotel. Jessa’s cheeks grew warm as she realized men were watching her as much as women were leering at Garrett. Her heart fluttered when he entwined their fingers, his expression fierce, possessive, and he tugged her closer to his side.
