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“Uh, hi,” I hear Chloe say.
“Hello,” my brothers chime before introducing themselves and checking Chloe out. How do I know they’re checking her out? Because that’s the whole reason they’re here, the degenerates. If they make her uncomfortable I will get them back tenfold.
It started the other night at dinner when I mentioned the Landsharks had hired me a social media manager. Ethan and Drew found this fascinating and asked about Chloe. Something must have shown on my face because their next question was whether I’d checked outhersocial media accounts. I hadn’t, so they jumped on Instagram.
Drew let out a low whistle. “Dude, she is smoking hot. And she’s got over fifty thousand followers.”
“Wow,” I’d said, the idea she had a large following churning my stomach.What? Did you think you’re the only person who gets to look at her?
“She’s got a sexy athletic thing going on,” Ethan said, staring down at his phone. “No wonder you blushed when you talked about her.”
“I don’t fucking blush.”
Ethan glanced up. “Not normally.”
“You may have a problem,” Drew said, engrossed in his phone screen. “I’d venture to guess the Landsharks aren’t her favorite baseball team. Looks like the Angels and Padres rate higher given some of these shots.”
I snagged his phone and almost swallowed my tongue. There was Chloe in a tight, V-neck T-shirt wearing a Padres hat. Chloe smiling in the stands like it was the best day ever. Chloe at the beach in a bikini top and white cut-off shorts. Chloe in an Angels baseball jersey at a fund-raising event. I looked more closely. The jersey was number seven. I clenched my jaw. She was wearing Hayden Clemons’ jersey, the second-best center fielder in the majors and the guy who hit the go-ahead run to win the World Series when the ball rolled out of my glove.
Is he her favorite player?
Drew easily grabbed the phone back. “I’m gonna follow her.”
Great.
“We should meet her,” Ethan said.
“No you shouldn’t.” I don’t know why I bothered to argue. It was inevitable they would. If Chloe wanted the real me then that included my family.
“Know if she has a boyfriend?” Drew asked.
I felt my blood pressure rise. Out of the three of us, Drew is the one who prefers to have a girlfriend. He likes to be in a relationship, always looking for “the one.” He hasn’t found her yet, and is currently single, hence the annoying question.
“She’s off-limits,” I asserted.
Ethan and Drew exchanged a look before they both grinned like they’d won the fantasy baseball league for the first time. (They’ve never beaten me and it bugs the crap out of them.)
“Finn and Chloe, sitting in a tree…” Drew sang, off-key.
“Real mature,” I’d said with a shake of my head.
Sammy barrels around the corner and into the kitchen with a dog bone almost bigger than she is in her mouth, jerking me out of my recollection. Chloe and my brothers are right behind.
“Hi, Finn,” Chloe says.
“Hey. Good morning.” The scent of wild berries hits my nose. I think it’s her shampoo, not that I’ve taken a whiff of her hair when close enough or anything. “How was your weekend? You had a bachelorette party, right?”
“It was great. Yours?”
“Not bad.” The pain in my collarbone has finally let up enough to notice. Thank the baseball gods.
Once again Ethan and Drew look at each other like they’ve won something. “You guys are on your way out, right?” I suggest.
“They don’t have to leave on my account,” Chloe says, sitting at the breakfast bar. “In fact, I’d love a picture of the three of you.”
“We do lend ourselves to making Finn look good,” Drew says.
Chloe laughs. “Only good?”
