The police show up shortly after, then Cooper Rice does as well. Holy hell, the man is drop-dead gorgeous. I can see why he gets all the endorsement deals even after retirement.
We all talk on this side of the gate, away from prying eyes, after everything has been settled with the cops.
“I’m going to go back to my wife who just got home from work. I’d like to discuss this further with you all though. I’ve never had this happen in all the years I’ve been renting this building out. So rack your brains for some names of people, and we’ll meet up to chat about it.” His gaze falls to my sweatshirt, and his head tilts. “And you are?”
“Oh, this is Callie Carlisle,” Easton says. “Hayes Carlisle’s little sister.”
Cooper points at Foster. “I thought you took over his place?”
“I did.” Foster doesn’t offer any more information.
“It’s just temporary. I’m staying here until, um…” I don’t really know how to finish that sentence.
Cooper raises his hands. “None of my business. But I’m curious as to how you’re wearing Miles’s favorite sweatshirt.”
I bite my lip. “Uh… I found it in the closet.”
He blows out a breath. “He’s bitched about that sweatshirt for years. We each got blamed for taking it.”
“She should give it back, right, Coop?” Easton nods at Cooper like say yes.
“Ah, I don’t think so. It’s kind of funny that I can razz him about it.”
“No, I definitely think his wife wouldn’t like another woman wearing it.” Decker gives Cooper a look.
“And you?” Cooper nods at Foster. “You want her to give it back?”
“I hate the thing, but it’s not coming off right now.”
“Excuse me.” I look around at all four ballplayers. “You little egomaniacs. I don’t belong to any of you.” I shed the sweatshirt, leaving me in a T-shirt and boxer shorts that admittedly don’t cover a lot.
“Jesus, Callie.” Foster grabs the sweatshirt out of my hands and tosses it to Cooper. “There. We’re going back up to bed.” He grabs my hand and leads me up the stairs.
“This is pretty caveman of you, Reap.” Easton’s laugh follows his words.
“It’s a turn-off, I’m sure,” Decker shouts.
“My wife would kick all of your asses. You’re a bunch of cocky assholes who haven’t learned how to act around a woman,” Cooper says as we move out of view.
When we reach our floor, Foster jams his finger on the keypad until his door opens.
Once we’re ensconced inside, I whirl around. “You cannot act like I’m your property.”
“Have you seen your shirt?” He motions to my chest area.
I look down and see it’s white and yeah, okay… a bit see-through. Not my finest moment, but still, I can wear what I want. I cross my arms and jut out my hip, staring him down.
“I’m not apologizing.” He slips off his slides.
“If you don’t, you’re gonna wake up to a cold bucket of water over your head.”
He grabs his dick through his gray sweatpants. “Would you like it if I was down there with three other women, and you could see the outline of my dick?”
I’d probably have stood in front of him the entire time, blocking their view. But that’s beside the point.
“Is that supposed to make me jealous?” I wave my finger between us. “We’re not together.”
He scowls at me. “Jesus, Callie, don’t act like that.”
