My eyes find our rookie across the pool. He’s also on a lounger now, staring down at his cell. But he doesn’t look happy about it. If anything, I’d say he looks sad.
“What’s up with him?” I ask before I can stop the words.
It’s not really like me to poke my nose into my teammate’s business. I prefer to keep my head down and deal with my own shit. But there’s something about Hayden Monroe. He’s like an annoying puppy that you can’t help but like.
“No idea. He’s been weird recently. Up and down. He should be stoked. He’s had a great season,” Killer explains.
Killer’s own cell buzzes and he pulls it free, reading whatever he’s been sent.
“Ah, it looks like I don’t need you tonight to have a good time,” he announces. “Got someone hotter and way more fun to hang out with.”
“When have I ever been fun?”
“Oh, I don’t know. That night with the two bunnies was?—”
“Forgettable.”
“Not what I was going for, but okay.”
He loses himself messaging whatever bunny is blowing up his cell, and I keep one eye on Monroe across the pool while Kodie stands with his hands on his hips, demanding, for the fourth time, that Sutton get out, showered, and ready for bed.
She pouts in the cute way all girls do in an attempt to get more time, but Kodie isn’t having any of it.
He might be a grumpy fucker, but there’s no denying that he’s a fantastic father.
I could learn a lot from him.
Everyone continues to enjoy themselves around me. Or at least everyone except Sutton, who is forced to say goodnight, and Monroe, who sits silently, drinking alone with his head in his cell.
Killer disappears, probably to meet the woman he was messaging. I should also make a move, although sadly, not to see the woman who hasn’t messaged me back.
Would she let me in if I were to go over there? I know her apartment number now. I could…
“Fucking hell,” I groan as I push to stand and shove my cell in my pocket.
“Donnelly,” Casey calls from inside as I pass the open sliding doors that lead to the kitchen.
“Watson,” I state as I poke my head inside.
“Can you do me a favor?”
“Uh…sure?”
“Can you take Monroe home? He drove here, but there’s no chance he’s getting behind the wheel.”
I rub the back of my neck. “Yeah, sure. Is he…is he all right?”
Casey shrugs. “He says he is, but he doesn’t look it.”
“I’ll go get him. See you soon, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
I turn to walk away, but I barely make it two steps when Casey calls my name again.
“Yeah?” I say, glancing back over my shoulder.
“Is everything…okay with?—”
