It’s been a week since Foster went to the bank. I’ve waited for him to talk to me about it and yet, nothing. It’s really none of my business what he was doing at the bank, so I feel like it’s not my place to ask, even though I wish he’d open up to me.
His inability to open up to me hasn’t dampened my craving for the man though.
We have our twenty-week appointment next week, but he’ll be gone this entire week, playing a back-to-back away series.
I can’t get comfortable in my bed. I’ve fallen asleep with Foster on the couch, but we’ve never broken the rule to never sleep in bed with each other. Even if I think joining him in his bed right now would do the trick, I won’t be the one to ask.
So I toss and turn, wishing my brain would turn off and let me sleep, but then the building alarm goes off again.
It hasn’t happened again in a while, and I haven’t heard anything about it since the night I met Cooper. I have no idea if the three guys ever met with Cooper after that night.
I open my bedroom door, and Foster is by the condo door, already slipping into his slides. “This shit has to stop.”
I step out of my bedroom and make it halfway across the condo before I think to turn back around and grab a sweatshirt. Although it’s hot outside, I want to cover myself up given what happened last time.
“I’ve got you.” As though he was prepared for this, Foster holds his Chicago Colts sweatshirt for me.
“Territorial much?” I snag it from his grasp.
“No more Grizzly shit.”
“Or Falcons?”
“Nope.” He shakes his head.
The alarm continues to blare.
Foster palms the back of his neck. “I gotta be on the bus early, so I hope this isn’t gonna take all night.”
As we leave the condo, the alarm stops, and when we reach the ground floor, we find Decker and Easton are already down there.
It’s complete déjà vu, except for Easton’s explanation as he jogs up the steps. “It was just some girl. She tried to use a crowbar to open the gate. Ruby saw her when she was closing up.”
I’m thankful we don’t have to wait for cops or Cooper at least.
“What can I say? I’m irresistible.” Easton grins.
“Good. See you fuckers in the morning.” Foster turns and holds the door open for me.
“Like the new merch, Callie.” Easton’s grin gets bigger.
Foster rolls his eyes, and we make our way back up to the condo, where he shuts the door and locks it. I take off the sweatshirt and hand it back to him.
He shakes his head. “Keep it.”
We stand in the foyer area, gazes locked and neither of us heading to our bedrooms.
I don’t feel like having sex, but I do want to be with him, even if it breaks all rules.
But when he doesn’t say anything, I see no point in continuing to stand here. “So, good night.” I wave like an idiot and head toward my room.
“I was thinking…”
I stop and circle back.
He says, “I mean, I’ll be gone for a week and…”
“Yeah…” I’ll miss you like crazy. Will you miss me too?
