Page 64 of Puck Prince

CALLIE

I duck out of work a little early. Maybe it’s because the morning sickness is kicking my ass right now, and I’m spending more time in the bathroom than the training room.

Maybe it’s because I just signed a literal, physical contract agreeing to continue to date Owen Sharpe.

Maybe a little bit of both. Who’s to say, really?

When Uncle Randy ordered us to meet him in his office first thing in the morning, I assumed he was going to lecture us on turning one of the team’s best games of the season into an episode ofThe Kardashians.

Of course, he did still have a nuclear meltdown over that, and I don’t blame him. The events of the game were undeniably a shitshow. And it was all caught on the Jumbotron. HD dumpster fire, baby.

Still, the HR paperwork caught me sideways. I didn’t expect him to do…that.

When I finally make it home, I don’t see Owen’s BMW. I enjoy the first sigh of relief I’ve had all day.

All I want is to go upstairs, change into something comfy, and snuggle up on the couch with a cup of peppermint tea to hide from the world and all my problems.

But the second I open the door and set my things down on the counter, Kennedy comes storming out of her room. She looks like she just finished readingOld Yeller.

“He’s in Houston.”

“Who?”

“Spencer.”

Just his name brings on nausea bad enough to rival the worst bouts of morning sickness.

The wave of panic and disbelief that washes over me is a category five compared to the flashbacks at the game the other night when Mulletman wouldn’t let go of me.

“Wh…what are you talking about?” I manage to stutter out.

“I heard through the Instagram grapevine that Spencer is somewhere in Houston. He’shere, Cal.”

She says it like he’s here in our kitchen, and he might as well be.

I brace my hands on the counter so I don’t hit the floor. So much for a sigh of relief—it feels like the wind has been knocked out of me. “Butwhy? He plays for Dallas.”

She shakes her head. “I have no idea. But he’s been seen everywhere. Bars downtown. Games. Even Pour Boys.”

“I was just there!” I gasp. “With Owen.”

“I know, babe.”

I make my way to the couch.

I need to sit down. I need to process this.

But how do you process the mistake you’ve been trying to run from chasing after you? I wanted to hide before and that was before I knew he was going to literally haunt me.

He’s in the same city as I am.

That alone is enough to make me want to hide for all eternity.

“Listen…” Kennedy sits down next to me. “It’s going to be fine. You don’t live alone. You work with my dad, who knows what Spencer did to you. Not to mention, you have a boyfriend who lives right next door.”

“True.” I nod, but I don’t feel any better.

One, Kennedy is rarely here.

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