ChapterForty-Six
Easton
Iused to like away game series, but I’ve never been so happy to be home.
The three of us walk through our security gate, none of us even caring about the sign, having no energy to tear it down.It’s late, and I’m pretty sure we’re all coming home to quiet, dark condos.
“I have to see the contractor tomorrow,” Decker grumbles, stopping at his door.
“Sucks for you,” I say, climbing the stairs.“You’ll miss this commute when you move.”
“That’s for sure.I’d be with Hayes in an Uber right now.”
Decker leaving the condo building is going to be so weird.We’ve been here together since day one.But I know the house renovation will be finished by the end of the season.Things are changing whether I want them to or not.
“Night, Goldie.”
“Night.”I hear him walk through his door, and it shuts behind him.
Foster’s already halfway between my place and his when I reach my condo.
“See you, Reap,” I say, knowing he’s going to keep moving without a word.The minute the plane landed, Foster was on a mission—get home to his girls.
Me too, but Hadley and I aren’t where he and Callie are.Things with us are still up in the air since we decided to give this a try, then I immediately left town.I hate not knowing what I’m walking into.I have no idea if she’ll be in her room and we’ll wake up tomorrow and see each other, or if I’m supposed to go to her… or not.
I hate uncertainty in my life, and telling a woman you want to date her, then leaving for seven days, is not ideal for me to feel anything but off balance.
I press in my code.Stepping inside, the light in the living room is on, and I catch a note on the table where I usually put my wallet and stuff.
It readsWelcome Homewith a heart.
So what does that mean exactly?I’ll catch you in the morning?
I drop my bag by the front door and peek my head into my room.Tanner is sprawled on his back, out cold, with his pacifier half in, half out of his mouth.
God, I missed him.
I get it, why all the guys have struggled so much when the season starts.Having a life here makes you feel like you’re missing out on your kid growing up.And it’s more than him here too.
“Hey.”
Hadley’s whispered voice has me whipping around.
She’s resting her shoulder on the doorframe.Just like that, all thehow do I play thisquestions that have sat tight in my chest loosen.
“I thought you were sleeping.”
I don’t wait for an answer.My hands are already on her, gripping her hips, walking her backward before lifting her in my arms.She wraps her legs around me, her fingers sliding into my hair as though she’s been waiting for this moment like I have.
“My vibrator isn’t cutting it… so lucky timing for you.”
That smile—fuck.
“I like the outfit.”My voice is lower now, my eyes dragging down the soft dip between her breasts.
Not lace, but a silky satin.Totally her and perfect.
“Are you taking me to bed?”she murmurs.“Or are you thinking the counter?”
