Page 146 of Wild Pitch
From the living room, with his back to us, Logan waves a hand and says, “Trust me, I’m far more interested on this pizza.” He turns to Rose. “Should we get plates or go rogue?”
“Always rogue,” she responds while making space on the coffee table for him to set down the boxes.
“Any fun drinks around here?” Rivera’s in the kitchen, opening the fridge like it’s his house. “Ew, protein shakes? Gross.”
Behind us, Audrey closes the front door. “Put her on the couch, there’s a blanket there.”
Turning my head to glance back, I ask, “Can you please find me some leggings?” She salutes and keeps going to my bedroom.
Cade maneuvers to the living room—narrowly avoiding maiming Logan with my legs—but instead of setting me down on the couch, he sits down on it with me on his lap. At least he sets the blanket on my legs so I can stop flashing other people. But he keeps a hand casually under the blanket.
I cock an eyebrow at him and he just smirks.
From the corner of my eye I catch Audrey emerging from the hallway, a pair of rolled up leggings in her hand. I have no doubt that she’s the smartest cookie in the room because she takes one look at Cade’s and my positions, and chucks my leggings at a random shelf.
“Anyway.” I clear my throat. “Why are you all here? Not that I’m complaining.” Especially not about using Cade as my personal chair. He pushes me against his chest and even though his body’s like marble, we mold together so perfectly that I could nap here.
Well, in theory. I’m certainly not sleepy with his hand on my bare thigh.
“Your phone was off,” he says, his voice rumbling in his chest and against me.
“Plus, I owed a certain annoying pitcher his damn pizza.” Logan looks huge in our living room even as he sits on the floor across from the couch. He has a pepperoni slice in his hand and tucks in before everyone else, as if he too wanted some pie.
I lean back to use Cade’s shoulder as a pillow and also slide my hand under the blanket to stop his. It’d be too weird to feel all bothered for whatever news they have for me.
As if reading my mind, Rose asks, “So, Cowboy, what’s the verdict? Do we have to sue the Orlando Wild for wrongful termination or not?”
Rivera returns with a tower of glasses on one hand, and a two-liter bottle of soda that lives in Audrey’s shelf in the fridge. She frowns a little but lets it go, preferring to sit at her armchair instead.
Cade turns his head and places a kiss on my temple and I look up at him. “Well…”
I bite my lip. “Well?”
“Sorry, what was the question?” Cade shakes his head.
Sighing, Logan says, “Put your hands where we can see them so you can focus.”
“Stop sounding so jealous, Kim.” Rivera chuckles as he sits on the floor at one end of the coffee table.
“Let them be, they’re still on the honeymoon phase,” Rose says as she puts one pizza box aside to explore the others.
It’s funny how I can start making out the smell of bread and tomato sauce much better when Cade complies and puts his hands visibly around me instead.
“Right.” He clears his throat and then speaks in a deadpan so sharp it could cut steel. “So, a panel of six men basically were responsible for deciding your fate.”
Rose hisses.
Audrey expels a sharp breath like she’s doing breathing exercises.
“Fortunately,” Cade continues, looking down at me. “Four ended up being on your side.”
My jaw slacks.
Rose freezes halfway to pulling a cheese slice from the pie. “Does that mean…”
“Two of them were my agent and I,” Cade explains, his eyes softening. “Plus Beau.” Someone gasps. “And your own boss.”
“What?” I shriek.
