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Will spins me around and cups my face. “Callie, I know this wasn’t our plan, and I know today was stressful, but selfishly, Idon’t care. I don’t feel bad about hitting your asshole ex. I don’t care about the fines or the penalties for me becauseyouare the only thing that I care about.
“I love you, Callie. So, if Olsson gives us an ultimatum just know that you’re the one I’m picking.”
“I love you too, Will. So much.” My lip trembles for a moment but then Will captures my mouth with his in an all-consuming kiss.
His hands thread through my hair as he pulls my face closer to deepen our kiss. God, I don’t think I’ll ever get over how he kisses. Every time it feels like some form of revival.
“I love you, Blaze.” Will repeats his declaration and even though I’m supposed to be the flame, I want to melt.
“I love you too,” I whisper back. “Wait, where are these frames going?” I ask, pointing at the stack leaned up against my couch.
“Oh, those are going up in my place.” Will steps back to the stack and takes the small one that was turned around backward. “But this one goes in your bedroom.”
Turning the frame around it’s our tamest Polaroid that we took that night where Will’s gripping my chin and kissing me.
A blush creeps up my cheeks. “Hmm, this might be one of the best pictures I’ve ever taken.”
Will leans down, picking up a new unopened pack of Polaroids. “Want to see if we can top it?”
Waking up the next morning I had hoped it would be to Will lying next to me. Instead my bed is empty and I can hear several voices in my kitchen and loud clunks of pans.
Rolling out of my bed, I throw on Will’s sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants before stumbling out to find not one, not two, but three baseball players in my kitchen. None of who are my boyfriend, mind you.
Beck’s standing over the stove with the unmistakable sound of bacon popping in his pan. My brother is stirring something in one of my mixing bowls, and Tripp is using a juicer I can only imagine he brought with him for homemade orange juice.
“What the hell is going on?”
All of the guys' heads whip to me with an overzealous cheer of my name. My face must show every bit of confusion I feel because Adam walks over to me with a chuckle. “Will called us, thought you might need a distraction.”
My heart skips a beat. “A distraction from what? Where is he?”
Adam sighs. “He went to talk to Olsson.”
Chapter 42
Will
Beck has named the group chatOperation: Contain the Blaze.
Beck
She’s up and she’s pissed.
Tripp
I now understand why three of us were needed to keep her here. I think she’s about to claw Adam’s face off.
Adam
They’re lying. My sister is a delight…but also, on an unrelated note, no take backs.
I can see them now, all of them trying to tell Callie to sit her cute ass down and just let me take care of this. Tripp’s right—there was no way just one of them was going to work. Beck would cave the moment Callie flashed him a pout. Tripp would be lost with any sort of argument that Callie threw his way. And Adam? She would have just steam rolled right through him.
As much as I hated leaving her this morning, I want this behind us. The stress of this conversation would be eating Callie alive and while I know she’s not happy that I’ve left her out of it, she knows my intentions.
I knock on Olsson’s office door and take a deep breath before he calls me in.
“Anderson.” He nods to the seat across from his desk. “I got the word from the league just a moment ago. You and Adam are each getting hit with a hefty fine and one game suspension.”
