Page 34 of End Game

I stand up a little straighter. “I guess.”

“You guess? Word on the street is she’s gorgeous.” He whistles under his breath. “And you’re actually living with her? How do you avoid that when it’s in your face on a daily basis?”

“I don’t think of her like that,” I say between gritted teeth.

He takes one look at me and starts laughing. “Uh-huh. Sure.”

“I’m serious.” I kick at the field like I’m a toddler having a tantrum. Fucking great. “I don’t shit where I eat.”

“Excuse me?”

“You know what I’m talking about. I live with her. I’m not about to hook up with her and then have to deal with her needy ass when westill live in the same house together.” I sound like such a prick, but I don’t want Jonesie thinking I’m into Everleigh or whatever.

I also don’t want him to have a thing for her either. He needs to stay away from Everleigh. She’s off-limits.

I’m frowning at the possessive thoughts currently running through my head. What the hell am I thinking? Like she’s mine and no one else can touch her?

Please.

“Right,” he drawls, that smug tone of his making irritation rise within me. “You keep telling yourself that.”

He struts away, and I watch him, letting the anger simmer in my veins. Not even bothering to try to convince myself I’m overreacting.

There’s no convincing. I know I’m overreacting. And I don’t know why.

Practice is eventually over, but I don’t go straight home. Instead, I take a quick shower in the locker room before I go to the library, where I finish up a paper that’s due at midnight. Only once I’ve got that done and sent off do I head back to the house.

It’s like I’m purposely trying to avoid Everleigh, and maybe I am. I don’t like that she’s invading my thoughts. Maybe I need to find someone to hook up with. Yeah, that sounds like a plan. Some nameless, faceless, willing woman who’s down for some fun and nothing else.

That’s freaking perfect.

I’m so pleased with my plan that I’m whistling as I enter the house, coming to a dead stop when I see what’s happening in front of me.

Everleigh is bent over into what I assume is the downward-dog position or whatever you call it, leading the guys in a ... yoga session?

What the actual fuck?

And it’s not just Coop and Dollar who are doing it. There are a couple of other guys from the team here, too, their big bodies hunkered over, muscles straining, legs shaking. I swear I hear some of them grunting as they try to hold the position.

“Okay, and breathe out,” she murmurs in this calm, downright sultry voice that has my entire body switching on to high alert.

“What the hell is going on here?” I ask, slamming the door.

Every single one of the guys jumps at my voice. Coop even falls over on his side with a grunt.

Only Everleigh remains calm, her blue eyes sweeping over me before she returns her focus to the guys in front of her. “We’re having a yoga class.”

“You’re giving yoga classes in our house now?” I sound incredulous. Iamincredulous. “When did this start?”

“A few days ago,” Coop says as he climbs off the floor and repositions himself. “It’s actually pretty relaxing.”

“I sleep better at night,” Dollar chimes in.

“Same,” says another teammate.

Rolling my eyes, I push past all of them and head for the kitchen, opening and closing the cabinets with extra force, searching for something I will never find because I have no idea what I’m looking for.

What I want.

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