The only thing worse than being on a team with my estranged brother would be if he were dating the woman I want but can’t have. As it is, Decker and I barely tolerate each other. I can’t imagine things would get any better if he was dating Callie.
“I’m kind of tired.” Callie slips her hat back on her head.
Good girl. She doesn’t need to be doing anything with my brother.
“No way. I’m going out for the first time in a long time. And now that the season is starting, it will be a long time before I can again.” Leighton moves away from Hayes toward her best friend. “I’m going. You’re going.”
“But…”
Leighton crosses her arms. “I’m calling in my BFF favor.”
“We can just go home,” Hayes says.
If I was him—which I’m far from—I’d want to be alone with my girl instead of out in a club. Then again, that has to get boring at times. No way they enjoy spending all that time alone together.
“Come on.” Leighton turns to Hayes and puts her arms around his neck. “We could dance.” She shimmies her hips, and when he doesn’t play along, she takes his hands and places them on her hips. Then she leans in closer and whispers something to him.
“Please.” Callie rolls her eyes. “I am not going to the club to see you maul my brother all night.”
“You can maul me,” Decker says.
My body vibrates with anger. He is not the Davis brother for Callie.
Not that I am either.
“You’re going to let one of your friends talk about me like I’m an animal?” Callie asks Hayes.
“It’s Decker, he’s a rule follower.” Hayes shrugs. “Now…” His gaze shoots my way. “Foster, on the other hand.” He chuckles as if he’s funny, and my heart lodges in my throat.
Fuck, that’s not a look to say sure, take your shot with my little sister. And if the secret that I already had her ever comes out, I’m pretty sure I’d lose my best friend and fuck up the entire team dynamic as well.
“Well, she can’t have him. He’s all mine.” Stephie squeezes her arms around my middle and giggles.
Callie sighs. “Fine. Let’s go. But I’m leaving early.” She looks directly at me when she says, “Decker, let’s get a drink with Ruby first.”
My jaw flexes as I watch her walk away from me—with my brother, no fucking less. I didn’t bring Stephie here to play games. But that doesn’t matter, does it? From the outside, it looks I did.
“Come on. Millie is probably ready to kill me.” Stephie tugs at me.
Hayes and Leighton are clearly in a moment. She’s still convincing him.
I wait a beat, but Hayes waves me off. “We’ll catch up.” Then he swings her around so her back is to the wall, and she squeals.
“They’re really into each other. Did he get her tickets to the game too?” Stephie asks.
“She’s got season tickets,” I grumble.
“Oh, how do I get season tickets?”
You don’t, I think. At least not from me.
Chapter
Three
Callie
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