For some reason, when I think of diamond girls, Callie comes to mind. Not that she is one. It’s just that I think she feels like one since we slept together. I hate that, but I have no idea what to do about it. I certainly can’t tell her I’ve been thinking about her nonstop.
As I turn right to head to the pancake restaurant to meet Jagger, my mind won’t stop traveling back to Callie. I’ve racked my head to figure out what makes her different.
When Hayes talked about his sister when we played together in Seattle, I was always like cool, you have a younger sister. She sounds badass, starting her own podcast and shit. That’s awesome. I thought it was great that he had a good relationship with her since I barely have any relationship at all with my one and only sibling.
Then I came face to face with her last year, and not under the best circumstances. My introduction to Callie was her coming at me with her finger wagging, dark hair flying in all different directions, face red. Even with my broken nose and mild concussion, my dick got hard.
I wanted to push her against the wall, sandwich my thigh between her legs, and tell her to go to town. Her anger toward me had turned me on, and out of all the sex I’ve had, that was a first. Usually if someone comes at me, I’ll return the treatment ten times harder. My relationship with Decker is proof of that.
I wanted her so fucking badly, and even after having her, I want her again.
Lusting after your best friend’s sister is complete and utter torture. I can’t remember the last time I couldn’t have something I wanted. Well, that’s not exactly true. I should’ve grown used to that when I was a teenager. I mean it more in the sense of sex and women.
I cross the street and open the door of the pancake house, pushing away the thought of Callie because nothing can come of us anyway. It’s an exercise in futility.
Jagger raises his hand when he spots me, and I weave through the tables, dodging the kids running back and forth from their table to the glass window where they can see the guy making pancakes. I slide the chair out across from him.
“Who dared put Jagger Kale in the corner?” I fold myself into the seat, turning over my coffee cup.
“Late as usual.”
I lift my wrist, staring at an imaginary watch. “I’m not late.”
Jagger lifts his wrist, where a very real, very expensive watch rests. “Five minutes.”
I blow out a breath. “Sorry, Dad.”
A server comes over and fills my coffee. “Do you need a few more minutes?”
“Yes,” I answer.
“No,” Jagger says over me. “Figure out what you want while I order.”
“Okay, daddy dearest.” I pick up the menu and scan it. I’m not really sure what this place is all about. There’s a pancake guy who makes different shapes? This is some family shit right here.
“Egg white omelet, spinach, mushroom, and parmesan cheese. And I need a pancake in the shape of a…” He lifts his phone and scrolls with his thumb for a moment. “A rose?”
The server laughs. “I can’t wait to see what she comes up with next.”
“The family will be with me next month, so she can order herself.” Jagger smiles.
“That’s nice. You’ll be here for the Falcons?” She leans a hip against the table.
I use the extra time I’ve been given to go over the menu again.
“Yeah. They’re for sure gonna be in the playoffs again this year.”
I roll my eyes. The Chicago Falcons are the “it” Chicago team. It’s awesome for them, but I wouldn’t hate it if they shared some of their success with the Colts. Being traded onto a struggling team wasn’t my favorite part of moving here after being on a winning team for so long.
“Okay, genius, it’s your turn.” Jagger pulls me out of my thoughts, and when I look up, the server is staring at me.
“Three eggs, sunny side up, hash browns, bacon, and sausage, please.” I hand her the menu after she writes it down.
“I guess you’re not watching your diet.” Jagger hands her his menu. “Thanks, Reese.”
She walks away, and I settle in for the lecture I know is coming, sipping my coffee and acting as if I’m not interested in anything he has to say.
“I’m just going to cut to the chase. Your performance wasn’t stellar.”
