“Reaper!” Stephie singsongs, knocking on the door and trying to turn the knob. “I can’t get in.”
Callie’s shoulders slump, and she shrugs. “I thought it was cute.”
I step farther into the room.
“Should I let her in?” Callie asks.
“Fuck no.” I stare at the variety of pregnancy tests. Some pink lines, some plus signs. She’s definitely pregnant. I read the baby shirt again to make sure I’m not losing it. “You’re pregnant with my baby?”
She laughs. “That’s why it’s all on your bed.”
I circle back around.
Stephie pounds on the door again, harder this time.
“You go handle that. Want me to take all that with me?”
I point at her. “You’re staying right here. Give me one minute.” I walk out of the bedroom, through the condo, and outside, shutting the door behind me.
“Oh, goodie, all ready?” Stephie asks, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet.
“Sorry, I have to help Callie with something. She’s having a… dilemma, and she’s… my best friend’s sister, so I feel like I have to help her.”
Her shoulders fall as well as the corners of her lips. “But I thought we were gonna…” She steps up to me and places her hand on my crotch.
Yeah, that thing is not going to perk up right now. He’s grounded for the foreseeable future. I step back. “Maybe next time. I’ll call you.”
“Will you really?”
“You know what, Stephie, this probably isn’t a good time. I’m midseason, and I need to focus on a few personal things as well as baseball. I’m sorry.”
She stares at me for a moment. “It’s her, right? You like her?”
Fuck yeah, but I’m not gonna tell Stephie that.
“She’s Hayes’s sister.”
Stephie steps back. “Yeah, but I see you always looking at her, and at Saffire…”
Telling her I’m into someone else really is the easiest way to cut her loose. “Sorry, things were going on before you and I and—” It’s not a lie exactly.
She smiles and shrugs. “Mind if I go talk to Easton?”
Well, she got over that fast.
I shake my head. “Not at all. Have at him.”
Her smile grows wider. “Great.” Rising on her tiptoes, she kisses my cheek. “Good luck with Callie.”
I watch her bounce down the stairs, but I don’t wait to see what happens with Easton. I don’t care.
I walk into my condo, shut the door, and stare at Callie. “Start talking.”
Chapter
Nine
Callie
