“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Nothing.” I glance over to the pool tables again. The balls remain untouched. Deveau is leaning forward, his hand on Callie’s shoulder, whispering something in her ear. Whatever it is, she looks like she likes it.
“Is your teammate always such a manwhore?” I snipe and drop my drink on the table and head toward them.
“What the fuck?” I hear Jessie whisper loudly but I keep walking.
Chapter 16
Callie
Seb and I are totally hitting it off. He’s quiet, and at first I thought he might be shy, but he’s all about the body contact—touching my arm, my shoulder, my hip—and he talks easily in his totally hot French accent about the game, his team, living in Seattle and growing up in Quebec.
“You are younger than Jessie?” he asks and I nod. “You seem more mature.”
“I am,” I reply easily. “But she’s more mature than she appears. Jordan brings out the lovesick kid in her. That’s okay. She deserves it. We had a rough childhood.”
“It’s hard to be immature when you didn’t get to do it as a kid when everyone else did,” he murmurs and our eyes lock.
He gets it. I wonder why. It makes me want to do more than stick my tongue down his throat and that worries me. I try to get us back on track. I move to the pool table, where we racked the balls but never bothered to break them. I lean forward and pause before taking the shot so he can admire my butt.
“You have beautiful eyes,” he tells me right after I break the balls on the table.
I smile softly. He was so not looking at my eyes.
“And your smile…makes it look like you might be thinking dirty things,” he says and winks.
“What can I say? Between those biceps and that accent”—I lean against the table—“I can’t seem to keep my mind out of the gutter.”
He stands directly in front of me—inches from me. He leans in and I feel his lips brush my ear. “Maybe you and I can do something about those dirty thoughts.”
“Callie.”
Seb and I both turn our heads to find Devin standing at the end of the pool table glaring at us like an angry parent. Seb doesn’t say anything; he just takes a big step back from me and walks around the table to the side farthest from Devin and starts to line up a shot.
“Yes, Dad?” I say snarkily. “Is it past curfew?”
He doesn’t even smile at my joke. He puts a hand on the small of my back and moves me out of Seb’s earshot.
“What?” I ask, trying not to sound quite as annoyed as I am.
I know that he’s going through a lot and I want to be supportive. Ihavebeen supportive, so I deserve a ride on Sebastian Deveau as a reward.
“Just forgot to mention the ground rules when you moved in,” he tells me, his eyebrows pinched together in an angry frown. “No random hookups in my house.”
“You’re joking, right?” I can’t believe he would dare to do this. “You had a random hookup just last week!”
That comment seems to wind him for a second but he recovers instantly and turns condescending eyes on me. “You seriously want to sleep with him?”
“Yes, Devin. He’s what a sane woman would call a hot piece of ass.” I give him a look like he’s a moron. He gives me one back like I’m insane.
“That’s your type?” He looks disgusted.
“Yes. Good looking, well built and sexy as all hell with bedroom eyes is my type,” I snap and put my hands on my hips. “And before you go slamming the type of guy I like to fuck, remember you are one of them.”
I storm back to Seb without looking back.
Chapter 17
