Page 167 of Off Season

“She is.”

I’ve followed her career. She was a superstar college basketball player and played for the pro team out of New York for a few years before being traded to Philly this past season.

“Good for you, Fallon.”

“It’s new, but we clicked. We text several times a day and talk every night. We’ll see what happens.”

“I hope it works out.”

“I didn’t see it coming, but life takes unexpected turns. Sometimes you need to go with the flow.”

I absorb her words. “Is that where you were tonight? With him?” She missed dinner tonight, which is unusual.

She shakes her head. “No. I had a board meeting. I sit on the board of a local battered women’s shelter.”

I give her an undoubtedly questioning look, and she shakes her head. “It wasn’t me but someone close to me.”

I want to ask more questions but decide it would be in bad taste. I simply say, “It’s cool that you give back.”

“You can’t ever change the past, Kamryn, but you can always try to do your part in helping to pave a better road for the future.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

TWO WEEKS LATER

KAMRYN

Life takes unexpected turns.

Fallon said that to me when we were in her bed that night, but little did I know how true it was about to become.

As it turns out, no one knew that Tanner had a vasectomy reversal before Bailey’s accident. He never mentioned it because he was waiting on his test results to make sure it worked and that he could give her children. As luck would have it, Tanner didn’t know that Bailey’s IUD had been removed along with her ovary.

A full gas tank of sperm and no protection equaled a pregnant Bailey. I figured this out about a week ago. Yes, me. I realized she was pregnant before anyone else. In fact, Bailey was the last to know.

I laugh at the memory of how it went down. Fallon was the second one to figure it out, and we both ran into my room to freak out before cluing in anyone else.

I saw the moment it hit Fallon’s face at the dinner table, so I grabbed her hand, and we ran intomy bedroom at Tanner’s house, shutting the door behind us. Tanner was clueless. Dumb shit. Bailey was in bed, feeling sick and not knowing why.

I nervously paced as reality set in, and I started to freak out. Running my hands through my hair, I muttered, “Holy shit, my sister is fucking pregnant. Oh my god. Can she even carry a baby with her injury? Will it cause issues for her back? Will she ever play ball again? Is he going to marry her? Will he be pissed? Will he break her heart? What if she’s pregnant and he’s not in the picture? I need to help her. And what if—”

Fallon’s lips met mine at the same time she grabbed my face. Her tongue ran along my lower lip, and I moaned into her mouth. Fuck, she’s a good kisser.

She momentarily deepened the kiss, moving her lips over mine and sliding her tongue through my mouth.

Still holding my face, she eventually pulled her mouth away, and her electric turquoise eyes stared into mine. “Relax. Everything will be okay. This is a good thing.” She ran her tongue along her full lips. “Hmm, my friend Bianca was right. Women do taste different. And your lips and face are freakishly soft. I’m not used to that.”

I smiled. “It’s not all that’s soft on me. Care to taste more?”

She giggled as she pulled away. “That will be my one and only sip of cooterade. Isn’t that what you called it the other day?”

I let out a laugh. “Yep. Let me know if you change your mind.” I grabbed my phone. “I need Arizona and Ripley to get their asses over here to help me deal with Bailey.”

I texted them an update, and they both replied that they were on their way over. I then texted Cheetah, suddenly feeling a little guilty about kissing Fallon, though she kissed me.

Me: Fallon just kissed me.

Kitten: So fucking hot. Did you get a picture?

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