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wouldn’t kid you, Guido,” Kelly
said and winked at Parker ashe tried to fit headphones on his head.
“This is the best guest we’ve ever had on this show.” She gestured for Parker to sit on a
stool in front of a mike. “This one is going to blow everyone’s socks off.”
    “So who is it?”
Guido asked. “Shaquille O’Neal?”
    Kelly snorted. “Not that good.”
    “You’re killing
me here!” Guido exclaimed. “Who is it?”
    “I’ll tell you . . . right after
these messages,” she said and punched a button and leaned back in her chair. “Parker, this
is Guido D’Angelo.”
    Parker nodded across the control panel.
    “Man, you got
some cojones ,” Guido said with a grin as Kelly walked around the control panel to
adjust his headphones, standing so close that her breasts were staring him in the
eye.
    “Oh now, Guido, don’t tease him,” she said, leaning back to look at him.
“You don’t want to scare him out of here.”
    Parker snorted. “He can’t scare me
out of here.”
    “Oh, that’s good. I thought maybe you were . . . you know . . . a little
sensitive.”
    Somewhere, deep down in the center of him, Commonsense Parker kicked Ego
Parker and woke him up. Kelly smiled—she really did have a gorgeous smile—and Ego Parker
squashed Commonsense Parker like a bug under his boot. “Nah,” he said, smiling back. “I’m
not sensitive at all. It’s the nature of the game. I understand that.”
    “Great!” Kelly
said, her eyes glittering. “I’ll remind you of that later,” she added with a
laugh.
    “Okay, kids, back in five,” the producer said somewhere in radio
space.
    A moment later, Kelly said, “Welcome back to Sports Day with Kelly
O’Shay. I’m Kelly, and this”—she waited for the foghorn sound—“is Guido D’Angelo. How
you doing, Guido?”
    “I couldn’t be better, Kelly. The sun is shining, the birds are
singing, and it’s a great day here at the studio,” Guido said and grinned
wolfishly.
    “Guido, I was telling you we had a very special guest this
morning, and I am very pleased to introduce Parker Price of the New York Mets.
Hello and welcome to our show, Parker!”
    “Thanks, Kelly. It’s great to be
here.”
    “So, Parker, you have had an amazing career in baseball over the last
several years. You played ball at the University of Texas, were named MVP two years in a
row and then you went on to play for the Houston Astros as a short stop.”
    “Yep. I played
there for ten years.”
    “Right. And you were named to the All Stars four years in a
row—”
    “Well,” he said with a chuckle, “it was actually five.”
    “Oh, I’m sorry. Five .” She smiled at him. “Very impressive. And then last year, the New York Mets
brought you to town for an unprecedented one hundred and ten million dollars.” She looked
up. The glitter in her eyes was almost blinding. “Plus bonuses.”
    “Right,” he
said, feeling a little uncomfortable. He didn’t like to talk about what the Mets were
paying him, yet he’d never met anyone in the sports business who could go a minute without
mentioning it.
    “The Mets were lucky to get you,” Kelly added.
    “Thank
you.”
    “I saw you play during the Florida Marlin series early in the season, and
dude, your bat was hot. So was your glove for that matter. Remember that great
double play you made at the top of the sixth inning?”
    Like he could forget it—even he’d
been impressed. “Yeah, that was definitely a great play for us. I really enjoy playing for
the Mets. They are a great ball club, and I’m lucky to be a part of it.”
    “Yeah,” Kelly
said.
    Was that a bit of a tone he detected?
    “I was reading the back page of the Daily News yesterday,” she said sweetly, pulling out a paper from beneath the table
andspreading it before her. “Essentially, the article says you’ve been
having a real good time in New York.”
    Damn. Frank had told him about the
article, but he hadn’t read it. Something