She’s smug and deservingly so. I made fun of her many times for freaking out when Hayes was in the box.
Foster throws a curve. It’s the one pitch that hasn’t quite been doing what it used to for him, but this one tails right at the end. Warren swings, and I close my eyes until I hear the roar of the Chicago fans.
I spring my eyes open to see Foster walking toward the dugout.
Easton runs up behind him and pushes himself off Foster’s shoulders, shouting, “Let’s go!”
Hayes waits for him, and Foster fist bumps him, but right before he dips into the dugout, Foster’s eyes find mine, and he smiles. A big, toothy smile that he’s never once given me in public.
The camera catches it, and soon side-by-side pictures of us are on the Jumbotron with heart emojis and kisses sprinkled over the screen.
“You guys are the ‘it’ couple,” Penelope says. “I’m glad to see him so happy.”
“Me too.”
We share a look, and I pat her hand, hoping she figures out that I know about her past with Foster, and I’m okay with it.
The Colts win, and everyone decides to go to Peeper’s to celebrate.
We fill the backroom. Even Penelope and Hazel join us for the first time. We order pizza from down the street, and Ruby comes in with her tray of non-alcoholic drinks for me.
“You gonna pick one soon so I don’t have to keep bringing a whole tray in here. My back is killing me,” Ruby complains, but then without waiting for me to choose what I want she puts a glass of milk in front of me. “You should have this. It’s good for the baby.”
“Foster!” I shout across the room.
He’s competing in a game of darts with Hayes, Easton, and Decker.
He sees the glass of milk and winks at me. “Milk has vitamin D, protein, calcium.”
I shake my head, but I don’t care. I love that he worries about the baby and me.
“He made me do it. Threatened me by saying he would invite those Chipmunks if I didn’t give it to you.” Ruby walks away and out of the room.
Later that night, when my feet are hurting and I’m tired, I see Foster pull his phone out of his pocket and check it. His smile falters for the first time since the game ended.
My stomach drops because whatever it is, it’s about to rupture our happy little bubble.
He walks over to me, taking the chair next to me, and swings my legs over his lap. Then he hands me his phone and massages my calves.
Jagger Kale: Your guy just got arrested. Buckle up, this might get bumpy.
Chapter
Sixty-Three
Foster
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Callie tells the group she’s tired and that we’re going to head up to the condo. They all believe it, but I hate that my bullshit is keeping her from having a good time with our friends.
As soon as we’re behind closed doors, she turns to me. “Okay, let’s call Jagger.”
I can see fatigue weighing on her as she sits on the couch and stretches out her legs.
Taking a seat beside her, I bring her legs over my lap again and massage her feet. “Go figure, right? Things were going way too well.”
I concentrate on her feet, but she pokes me in the stomach with one when I don’t look at her.
