Page 11 of Playmaker

Hunter leaned over to kiss Faith and I passed by them, opening the fridge to see what I could make for breakfast. “Omelets?”

Faith looked over. “You cooking?”

“Like you two are gonna? Someone has to feed Hails.”

“Right. She’s a neglected child.”

I ignored her and pulled out the eggs, milk and cheese. “What have you got to put in them?”

“Anything you find is fair game. I’m gonna dress my spawn.”

Faith took Hailey from Hunter. The girl started to tell her mother what she wanted to wear today as they headed back to the bedrooms. I heardpinkandsparkles.

Faith already had the coffee going, so Hunts took out mugs for us while I arranged my ingredients and pulled out the pan and some bowls. I knew this kitchen almost as well as my own. I pursed my lips. Cooked more in this one too.

“Thanks for bringing me home. Oppy made us do shots while you were off doing…whatever.”

I shook my head. “Hunts, you’re a lightweight. You have to learn to say no.”

“Yeah, yeah. How come you brought me home? Didn’t find anyone?”

I whisked eggs while butter melted in the pan. “No one interesting.”

“Not even the woman in the dress?”

I looked up at him. Was he talking about Calliope, the ugly-dress woman? “What do you mean?”

Hunter set down his mug. “Well, after griping about that green dress forever, I saw you over by the auction table with her. She turned you down?”

As if.She had said she wouldn’t sleep with me, but I hadn’t asked, so technically… Anyway, that wasn’t why I’d wanted to talk to her. “I didn’t ask her to fuck, no, but I have her number.”

Faith returned, fortunately without Little Miss Big Ears. She peeked over my shoulder to see what I was making. “No single hotties for you last night, Coop?”

Hunts pulled her back against his chest. “No, just a redhead in an ugly dress that offended his taste.”

Faith shook her head.

“He got her number.” Hunter had his chin on Faith’s shoulder and looked content.

Damn it, something was wrong with me if I was suddenly getting spooked by these two. They’d gotten together back in college, thanks to me, so I should be used to them.

“Are you gonna call her?” Faith asked, breaking out of her husband’s arms to grab plates.

I took my moment and flipped the omelet. Perfectly. “I told her I’d give her golf lessons.”

Faith paused while passing the plate to me. There was a moment of silence, and without looking I knew they were exchanging glances. I took the plate from her and slid the omelet on before giving it back to her.

“Golf lessons,” Hunter repeated.

“Yeah, she needs to play to make partner or something, and a dickhead was hassling her about it.” Silence again. I turned my head and this time I caught them carrying on their wordless conversation. “What? I can do something nice for someone. I don’t have a lot going on this summer.”Especially after losing the finalsbut I pushed that thought aside.

Faith took the plate to the table and started to cut up some of the omelet for Hailey.

Hunter put a hand on my shoulder. “You do a lot of nice things. But you’re not sleeping with her, just golfing? You don’t do that. Or is that why you’re giving her lessons?”

I shook my head and poured in the eggs for the next omelet. “No, I’m not doing this to get her into bed. She’s a lawyer and not my type.” I wasn’t even sure what kind of body she had hidden under that ugly dress. “But we made a deal. I’ll teach her golf and she’ll go to my sister’s wedding with me.”

I could give her other lessons that would be a lot more fun. She’d frown, and have that crease in her forehead, but when I took her apart?—

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