Page 27 of The Foul Out

I lifted my chin. “What?”

With a step closer, he narrowed his eyes. “Willow’s eight months old.”

Okay. I didn’t know much about babies, but she wasn’t walking yet, so I guessed that seemed right. But why had he stormed in here to announce that?

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Dylan doesn’t need more. I was okay with getting the day care up and running. But we decided to limit the number of kidsthis year. Fewer employees, fewer kids. Because Dylan doesn’t need more.”

The man was ridiculously overprotective of his fiancée. And now I understood why Mason had said I was dead. Probably should have taken a step back and considered the reasons behind why the day care had so few kids enrolled.

“It’s only two more. No big deal,” I said, keeping my tone casual.

Cortney shook his head, making his blond hair brush over the tops of his shoulders. “Two more without the staff to handle them,” he growled.

Boy, he was in a mood today.

“We can find someone to help out,” I promised.

He huffed. “Not by Monday.”

Well, that might be true.

“So you’ll?—”

The door opened again, this time not so violently, and in strode Beckett Langfield, owner of the Boston Revs and one of Cortney’s best friends.

“Looks like this is turning into a party.” Jasper chuckled.

“Man Bun,” Beckett barked.

Cortney put his hands on his hips and glared at the newcomer. “How the hell did you know I was here?”

Beckett, who was dressed in an expensive suit, pulled out his phone and tapped a purple icon. He held his phone up, flashing theLife 360app.

The taller man dropped his head into his hand. “Are you tracking me now?”

Damn, it felt good to no longer be the source of Cortney’s ire or the subject of his attention. I tossed another M&M into the air and caught it.

“No.” Beckett huffed a laugh, the sound at odds with his usually stoic demeanor. “Shay set it up. She can track us all. Thatway she always knows where Kai is when he’s with one of us. It’s been a thing for a year.”

Cortney crossed his arms.

“But also, I got a call from security when you got here. They assumed you were coming to see me. So imagine my extreme hurt when you never showed up.”

“I love the vibe you two have.” Jasper kicked his feet up. “It’s like watching an eighty-year-old couple bicker.”

Both men glared at him.

“Careful, Peter Pan, you’re already on a short leash,” Beckett warned.

“I do kinda look like him, don’t I?” Jasper smiled. “It’s the hair. But my thighs would look fucking spectacular in those tights.”

I laughed.

“Don’t encourage him,” Cortney warned.

“Why are you hanging with the four stooges?” Beckett turned back to Cortney. “You fighting with Dippy Do?”

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