“Fine.” She sounds like a sullen child, and my lips quirk up.
“We’ll talk more this weekend. Since it’s, like, a couples thing, I’ll bring Quinn,” Jagger says.
“Good, I have a question for her.” Callie glances at the romance books in the corner on the table, one of which has Quinn’s name on it.
“I always love it when my clients want to talk to my romance author wife,” Jagger says dryly. “Sit tight, and if anything happens, I’ll be in contact. Otherwise, see you tomorrow night. Security will be waiting for you at the hotel.”
We say goodbye, and Callie tosses my phone on the other couch cushion, moving to straddle me. As I always do, I place my hands on her stomach. My number one priority is to keep them safe, and I can’t help but think Seattle is the worst place for them.
“Do you think I can convince you to stay home?”
She shakes her head. “The whole reason we picked Seattle as the away series I tagged along for was because I knew it would be hard for you to be there. I want to be with you to remind you that it’s us now, not just you.”
She kisses me, but when she goes to pull away, I weave my hand through the hair at the back of her head, keeping her there.
I knew she’d still want to go, and Leighton is going for Hayes. Who knows when Callie will be able to travel again once the baby comes?
So I’ll try to push aside my concern and lose myself in her, hoping like hell when we wake up, I’m not headline news.
Chapter
Sixty-Four
Callie
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Leighton and I have a fun girls’ day once we arrive in Seattle. We do a little shopping with the bodyguards tailing behind. I’m sure most people looking at us are wondering if they’ve seen us before.
Nothing about the bookie and Foster has come out, thank goodness.
By the time we reach the suite at the Seattle ballpark, some people are already there.
A tall man in a sharp custom suit with perfectly gelled hair comes right over to us. “Leighton and Callie.” He kisses Leighton’s cheek, then puts his hand in front of me. “Jagger Kale.”
“The man in charge of most of the guys on that field’s career.” I shake his hand.
His gaze shifts to my stomach briefly before they pop back up to meet my eyes. “That’s me. And your man is taking up too much of my time lately.” He chuckles and shifts his attention to Leighton. “Hayes’s turn was last year.” Then he waves us into the suite. “Come and meet my wife, Quinn.”
He leads us farther in, and I can’t stop eyeing all the food and drinks. The best thing about pregnancy is being able to eat what I want without feeling guilty about it.
Then I see that Angela Davis is here too, talking to who I suspect is Jagger’s wife.
“Angela.” I nod and give her a small smile.
She returns it and nods back.
I know she and Foster have a complicated relationship, but she is the grandmother of my baby, so I break the distance and hug her. “I didn’t know you were coming.”
“I try to always come to the Seattle games.” Her confession strikes me as odd because she’s from Philadelphia, from what I understand. “How is the pregnancy going?”
“It’s good.” We both look down at my stomach. Never have I ever taken so much time to stare at one part of my body as much as I have these past months. “She’s moving a lot more these days.”
Leighton says hello to Angela, then Jagger introduces us to his wife.
“This is Foster Davis’s girlfriend, Callie Carlisle, and Hayes Carlisle’s fiancée, Leighton.”
“Oh yes, I’ve heard about you both.” Quinn shakes our hands, giving us a big smile.
