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“Thanks.” Pulling open the drawstring I pull out a pair of shorts and see there’s nothing else in the bag. “Did someone get in my bag? I don’t have a shirt.”
“I didn’t get one either,” Mateo adds, but as the rest of the guys all pull out shirts he laughs. “Ha! Guess Anderson and I have just officially been deemed the best built by our new brand reps.”
“Here, Will. You can take mine.” Tripp holds out his shirt, but there isn’t a chance in hell it fits me.
“Knock it off, Tripp. You know that’s a dead end,” Beck scolds and damn right it is. “Callie isn’t going to give you the time of day anyway.” Couldn't have said it better myself.
“You were flirting with her too, Daines,” Tripp retorts.
“Yeah, to fuck with Adam. Callie knows I’m not being serious nor am I stupid enough to act on it.”
“Listen, the comments could end now, if you don’t mind,” Adam says. “My sister isn’t interested in any of you guys, so just let her do her job.”
Well, that hurts my confidence a bit. I knew this was a possibility, that a genuine interest in me just isn’t there, and if anyone knows Callie best, it’s Adam. Can’t say that didn’t suck to hear.
She’s not interested.
After changing we start heading to the weight room. I tell the guys I’m going to run back up front for some water—someair, mainly—so I can shake off the doubt Adam’s comment has placed.
“Will?” Callie’s voice comes behind me as I make my way down the hallway.
Turning around to face her, the best thing happens—Callie checks me out.
Her steps slow as she walks up, and her eyes drag slowly from my face down my torso. “D-did you lose your shirt?”
“Nope, didn’t get one.” Do I slightly flex my muscles a little bit? Maybe.
Her eyes dart up and down again. “No shirt?”
I love this shoot. “No, is that a problem?”
“N-no.” Callie clears her throat and blinks a couple times. “No, I was just looking for the kitchen. I’m thirsty and Adam said you were headed that way.”
At the mention of Adam’s name, I remember his comment but now it’s seemed to lose a lot of its validity.
“I am, need an escort?”
“Um, yeah,” she mumbles.
As we walk back up to the front Callie starts to fidget with her rings again.
“What’s up? You seemed pretty comfortable taking pictures earlier. Did something happen?”
She sighs. “No, I just didn’t anticipate taking branding pictures today. I was told I was supposed to get behind-the-scenes and fun content of the shoot. But now…” She groans as she trails off.
“Now you’re running the shoot.”
“Ha! If you think Shannon is going to let me run anything, you’re very much mistaken.”
“Yeah, she does seem like a hoverer. But Olsson wouldn’t have you take these pictures if he didn’t think you were capable.”
“I guess.” She shrugs.
Opening the door to the small kitchen I let her go in first. “What do you mean ‘you guess’? Come on, Blaze, don’t tell me you’ve let your flames die out over these past few weeks?”
Pulling out two waters from the fridge, she snaps up. “I have not. I just get nervous sometimes. Something I tell you often for some reason.”
Walking back to me she shoves my water at my stomach. Seems I touched a nerve.
