Page 89 of Calamity Rayne Knocked Up

“It’s past eleven, Meyers. Morning’s over.”

“I was merely reporting that I had a good morning.” I lifted my nose. “I’m guessing you can’t say the same.”

His head remained straight, his gaze focused on the field and hidden behind his Cartier glasses. “You have something you want to say to me?”

“Not particularly.” I drew my cardigan over my chest and stared at the field. “I saw Odette leave last night.”

“Leave it alone, Meyers.”

I looked at him and slouched. “I really liked her, Remington.”

“So did I. But a smart man knows when it’s time to move on.”

“Well, aren’t you just a rolling stone.”

“Moss is overrated.”

A whistle blew, and Alphonse walked to the middle of the field. “Is he the ref?”

“Yes. Pay attention.”

I watched the field as the men lined up. Argyle sweaters were passed out,some in navy blue with green diamonds, others in brown with burnt orange stripes. As the men suited up and adjusted their old driving hats, I laughed. “They look adorable.”

“I’m sure they’d thrill at hearing themselves described in such a way.”

If bean was a boy, I could totally see him wearing something similar for his first portraits. “How come you don’t play?”

“I host. Besides, I can’t run like I used to.”

“Oh, I don’t know. You seem to run around pretty well at parties, Remington.”

“Don’t make me fire you on vacation, Meyers.”

Naomi sat down on the other side of Remington. “Here, Remy. So your stomach doesn’t get upset from the vitamins.”

I frowned as Hale’s mom placed a plate of fruit and toast in front of Remington and lovingly draped a napkin over his lap. What in Satan’s fresh hell was this?

“I can always tell when you’re hungover.” She set two capsules beside his plate.

“What are you giving him?” I oversaw all of Remington’s medication, and he didn’t need anything interacting with his prescriptions.

“It’s just a little vitamin C and animmunity booster.” She stole a strawberry off his plate and took a bite. “Mmm. The berries are so fresh. Taste.”

I gaped in horror as she fed him the other half of her strawberry. He ate it right from her fingers, and then she sucked off a dribble of juice. Was no one else seeing this?

I banged my knee against Phina’s as she shaded her eyes and watched the men line up. “Ouch!”

Angling my head toward her father and Naomi, I shot her a wide-eyed look.

“What’s wrong with you, Rayne? Are you having some sort of fit?”

“Look at your dad and Naomi,” I whispered through clenched teeth, and she glanced past me.

“So? They’re always like that.”

“What?No, they’re not.”

“Yes, they are.” She looked back at the men.

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