I groan.
Decker glances at me quickly as if he knows.
“Math not your strong suit, Kodiak? She would have already been pregnant then.” Hayes shakes his head. “She’s fourteen weeks along. We went to Saffire right after the season started.”
That tells me Hayes has been wondering too. And maybe I should tell him, but would he really want to know? He wasn’t even with us that night.
“Not that night.” Easton rolls his eyes. “One night when your pussy-whipped ass couldn’t go out.”
“We’re not fifteen. You can call me pussy-whipped all you want. I have responsibilities. Are you just jealous because I’d rather be with Leighton than your sorry ass?” Hayes uses a crying tone.
“It was, wasn’t it?” Easton crosses his arms and stares me down. “You were at each other’s throats that night, I remember.”
“Which would imply it didn’t happen that night.” Decker eyes me, and it’s the same look we used to give one another when we got caught doing something wrong, and our mom was badgering us with questions. Like, you don’t tell, and I won’t either.
Did my brother see something that night?
“Fuck no—come on. Reaper is totally hot for someone who gives it back to him. I should’ve seen it. I was trying to be all flirty and sweet with Callie, but the real way to get into her pants is to try to tell her what to do.” Easton grins as if he’s the mastermind who’s figured it all out.
“Warning, Kodiak. You’re crossing a line.” Hayes doesn’t even bother looking up from his phone.
“Sorry, man. I went too far there. But it’s true, that’s what gets you both hot. The hate-fuck thing.” Easton carries on when he should really shut up.
“Second warning. Watch what happens the next time.” Hayes’s voice holds a touch more irritation this time.
“Okay, backing off now. Me and Reap can talk later.” He winks at me.
All I can think about after his proclamation is there was nothing hate-fuck about last night. Not even close.
But Easton has a point. Callie’s feisty side turned me on, but last night it was her vulnerability that really did me in.
I stand and pocket my phone. “I’m going to the bullpen.”
“Me too.” Hayes joins me.
“Oh, come on. We’re friends. Give me a hint,” Easton calls behind us.
“Let it go, man,” Decker says.
On the way to the bullpen, Hayes asks, “It was that night? The one I wasn’t there?”
I side-eye him. It’s odd not being able to talk freely with my best friend. I could use his advice after last night, and with any other woman, I would’ve already cornered him to talk about it. Then again, no other woman has made me want to talk about my feelings.
I glance at him. “Do you really want to know?”
“I don’t want details. Just when. I’m still processing.”
“Easton’s right. We went to Saffire one night. We were arguing a lot, and somehow it shifted and…”
I’ll keep the details of us making out until we hit the bathroom to myself. How I flicked the lock, bent her over the sink, and fucked her. And he doesn’t need to know that she lowered her dress afterward and walked out without a word or a backward glance.
He nods. “Let Kodiak keep guessing. It bugs the shit out of him.”
I chuckle. “I had no plans of telling anyone.”
“And whatever you two are doing in that condo you can keep to yourself too.”
I stop, and he continues walking. No way he knows about last night. He wouldn’t want to know. Some things are meant to be between Callie and me, and for us to figure out.
