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As he races down the hall, I hold out my hand to help Callie stand up. Looking around I see we’re alone in the hallway.
“Hey, I have a question for ya.”
Callie narrows her eyebrows with a quirked smile. “Okay?”
Now that I’m actually asking the question, I realize how fucking heavy it is. Swallowing down my doubt I push through. “Kids”—I clear my throat—“do you want them?”
Callie’s face falls a bit as she tugs at the sleeves of her sweatshirt. “Oh, I, um…I do love kids, but I don’t know. Lately I’ve liked the idea of not having them.” Callie shakes her head, clearly rattled by my question. “I guess that sounds a little contradicting. I mean?—”
“Hey, Callie.” I cut her off and take her hand. “Whatever you want, is what you want. There’s no pressure, it was just a thought that came to my head. But if it helps, I think I’d be a killer uncle.”
Callie smiles, and I pull her in with a quick kiss on her forehead. I don’t care about my stakes anymore. Whatever Ihave to do to keep her and have her stay at this job she loves, I’m going to do it.
Chapter 35
Callie
I had always known Adam’s game schedule was demanding, but nothing could have prepared me for it being my schedule also. When I lived with him in Seattle, I only went to the home games, and never Spring Training.
We’ve had games every day for a month—some with double headers. Then, right after that we all hopped on our chartered plane and flew to Texas for a week to play the Drakes.
We finally got back to Boston late last night and it’s so good to be back at my apartment. I’m not sure what’s better: being in my own bed with all my stuff, or the fact that, the moment Adam closed his door, Will abandoned his place to come get naked in mine.
“Callie, we need to get up.” Will speaks softly next to me as he lightly runs his fingers up and down my back.
I’m not sure what time it is, but when Will tried to get up earlier, I pulled him back down to sleep with me longer.
“No,” I grumble with my eyes still closed. “I want to sleep in so late that it’s embarrassing to talk about.”
Will chuckles. “What if I told you I had Alex deliver some tea to my place and they are sitting in front of my door right now getting cold?”
That gets me to open my eyes as I look up at him. “Which one did you get me?”
“Well, you’ll never know unless you let me get up.”
“Ugh, fine.” Rolling off the bed, I throw on a pair of leggings to go with Will’s shirt that I slept in. “I suppose I can get up and let my boyfriend make me breakfast shirtless while I sip my tea.”
“Whoa, now, that’s not what I said.” Will pulls up his gray sweats and he’s like a damn wet dream.
I walk over to him and pop a kiss to his cheek then run my hand down his chest and abs. “It’s what I heard.”
Walking into my kitchen, I smile because it feels so good to finally be home. We have home games for a whole week and I’m so happy I could cry. Keeping up this secret relationship hasn’t exactly been the easiest. It’s been impossible to find alone time to be together, except for when we sneak over to each other’s hotel room for the night. I do love sleeping next to him, but I want to be able to go on dates more. Show affection in public. You know, be that obnoxious couple people make fun of.
I know I told myself I would walk away when it felt too hard or interfered with my job, but I think it’s reversed on me. As much as I do love this job and want to keep it—I want to keep Will more.
We’ve been nothing but professional this past month, and Olsson has given us both high praises individually. Maybe it’s time we test Beck’s theory.
Walking past my island, I turn to Will. “Why don’t I grab the tea and you start breakfast. There should be some groceries in the fridge. Adam had me place an order with his guy to get some food delivered yesterday before we got back.”
“Was he able to get your stuff delivered because you never lock your door?”
“Okay, one, I resent that. And two, Adam has a spare key for emergencies so that’s how.”
“Mm-hmm.” Will gives my ass a little smack.
I roll my eyes as I make my way to my door. “Hey, what do you know, it’s locked. See I remember?—”
“I locked it last night, Blaze. Nice try.”
