She looks good tonight. Her cheeks are a little flushed from the cool air, and her hair is tucked into a Chicago Colts winter hat. Why does she have to fucking be Hayes’s little sister?
Our eyes lock for a moment, and although I should stay far away, I step forward to approach her, but something snags her gaze behind me. A sour expression crosses her face, and she rolls her eyes, turning to Lake to give her a hug goodbye.
“Foster!” a woman screeches right before she steps in front of me and catapults herself into my arms. She throws her arms around my neck, plastering her body to mine. She’s so short, she’s hanging off me like a monkey.
I see her friend standing next to me, checking out Easton and Decker.
“Thanks for the tickets,” she coos in my ear. “Don’t worry, I give great thank you blow jobs.”
Oh fuck. I forgot I left tickets for this girl at will-call. What was her name?
This isn’t my finest moment, and I’m pretty sure I just moved even farther down on Callie’s list. It wasn’t some master plan that I got Samantha… Sarah, maybe… tickets either—just me on autopilot.
“Introductions, Stephie,” her friend says, her gaze rolling up and down my body.
Stephie. That’s it.
Thanks for the save, friend.
Stephie removes her arms from around my neck and drops down to her feet.
My attention shoots to Callie, but all she gives me is a glance as she tells Leighton something.
“Foster, this is my bestest friend in the whole wide world. Like, ride or die. This is Millie.”
Millie holds out her hand. “Family name before you ask.”
I shake her hand, and when Easton catches on to the fact that two women are standing in front of me, he says his goodbyes to the group and moseys on over.
“Easton Bailey.” He introduces himself as if she doesn’t already know, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Who do we have here?”
Stephie’s eyes widen. “I’m Stephie, and this is my BFF?—”
“Millie,” she interrupts.
Easton eyes me as if asking which one is mine.
He can have both for all I care because apparently all I want to do is shove my tongue down the one woman’s throat who is off-limits.
None of this is good. It’s actually the worst thing that could happen to me right now. Callie and I have kept it quiet that we slept together once, which makes me an asshole of a best friend. I know the rules, and I broke them anyway.
Hayes has been a loyal friend who always has my back, so the fact I slept with his sister… I shouldn’t be all that surprised she’s still got a hold on me even after I already had her. It’s just karma biting me in the ass for my bad deed.
But continuing anything behind his back would be even shittier.
Still doesn’t stop me from wanting her though. At least so I can remember it clearly next time.
“We’re going out,” Easton says. “Care to join us?”
Stephie looks at me. I’ve been in this situation with girls like Stephie before. I could ask her if she wants to see my place. Send Millie with Easton. Both of us would probably get some kind of action, and it’s only based on the fact that we’re professional athletes and we’re both good-looking. I have that bad boy edge and reputation, whereas Easton has the cocky athlete vibe that’s approachable, and he flirts as though it’s his second job. But I just don’t have it in me tonight.
Getting Stephie tickets was a massive mistake. A real dick move. Not to make Callie jealous—I didn’t even know Callie would be here tonight. But I thought that after being unable to get Callie out of my head, Stephie would help me forget her. Something easy and meaningless.
“We’d love to,” Stephie says. “Right, Mill?”
“Sure.” Millie smiles at Easton.
“Great. I’m just heading home, but you can wait for us down at Peeper’s Alley.” Easton makes the plan since he’s more invested in the outcome.
