"Well, did you ask Ma? Soph tells her everything."
Soph?
Oh! They're talking about his sister. Which means he must be talking to his brother, Sidney.
Who did Sophie slap?
I grab my phone to look, curious as hell. It doesn't take long to find the photos. Instead of my face on the front page ofCelebrity Teatime, it's Sophie's. She's dressed in a ballet costume, her hand mid-slap against some guy's face. I've never seen him before, but they're on stage together, so I'm guessing he's her dance partner.
Holy shit.
She slapped him during a performance?
"Go, Sophie," I whisper, earning a glower from Austin. I just shrug in response, pretty sure he's on her team too, even if he is cranky about it right now.
"Well, don't bitch at me," he growls at his brother. "Call Ma. She'll know all the details."
I can't make out what Sidney says in response, but I do catch several curse words.
"Yeah, well, that sounds like a you problem, motherfucker," Austin grunts. "I'm busy."
"Doing what?"
"My girl. Mind your business."
"Austin!" I hiss, dropping my phone. "You can't tell your brother that you're doing me."
"Why not?"
"I haven't even met him! He's already seen my ass. Can we at least pretend I'm a Puritan or something for five minutes?"
"Baby." Austin laughs, the phone still at his ear. "The only thing pure about you is the way you—"
"Austin!" I launch a pillow at his head.
He smirks at me, snatching it out of the air like an overgrown, naked ninja, and then tunes back in to whatever his brother is saying. "Sidney says Hey."
"Tell Sidney I'm not home right now."
"She says she's not home right now," Austin repeats. I swear, he's a pain in my ass. "He wants to know if you're coming to the game tomorrow."
"Uh…"
"She's coming," Austin growls, his eyes narrowed on me.
"You can't boss me into going to your game, Austin Hawkes."
He just shakes his head at me like he's not even going to entertain this argument, which is more or less how it's gone ever since he invited me three days ago. I list all thereasons it's a bad idea for me to fly to Chicago for the game. He ignores me…or just fucks me until I forget what we were supposed to be arguing about in the first place.
Honestly, I want to go. I'm just leery as hell about a repeat of last week's game. And considering this one is in a whole different state, it's against his brother's team, and his parents will be there, it's not like I can just run home if it's too much to handle.
The whole world will be watching like hawks, especially now. I can't meet his parents with the whole world watching! And yet, I have the sneaking suspicion that's exactly what's going to happen because Austin is a damn steamroller when he wants something.
"Yeah, we'll meet up for dinner when we get to town tonight," he says. "I'll call you when we land. Find out why Soph slapped the shit out of Huey. We may need to handle it."
"Uh, I'm pretty sure your sister already handled it," I mutter, holding up my phone to show him the photo. His sister is gorgeous, even when she is slapping the shit out of someone. She's got the same green eyes as Austin, but she's maybe an inch or two taller than me. I love that she's thick, curvy, and a professional ballerina. The world needs more of that.
He grunts, listens to his brother for another minute, and then disconnects, tossing his phone onto the nightstand.
