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It’s been so fun watching the guys tease Cooper. He needs that. As a high school football player who is the son of a famous coach, everyone kisses his ass. These guys do the opposite, and I love it.
Eventually, the game ends, Dad’s team winning by two touchdowns. “Little Sinclair.” I look up at Murphy, whose eyes are already laughing. Then he throws a football at my head. “Think fast!”
“Son of a bitch” Cooper dives for the ball like it’s a bomb, and I laugh, then catch it.
“Come on, Cooper. Chill. I didn’t throw it hard.” He’s belly laughing now. “She’s got good reflexes.”
Cooper growls. “That’s because dudes have been throwing her around on stage for years.”
Well. That got everyone’s attention. “Spill, little Sinclair. What’s he talking about?”
“Seriously? Little Sinclair?” I try for an evil glare, but everyone laughs harder.
From his spot next to me, Brady sighs, “Nat, you’re the size of Tinker Bell. Cooper has got to be a foot taller than you. We all are. You are Little Sinclair. You can’t blame him.”
“You familiar with that particular fairy Brady?” I cock an eyebrow at him.
Brady sits up. “I sure am. My sister went trick or treating dressed as her for three years in a row.” He seems to lower his voice at the end of his statement.
Then Murphy starts laughing. “Yeah and QB over here had to go as Peter Pan to make his sister and Mom happy. Picture Brady in green tights.” Murphy is laughing so hard he doesn’t see the pillow getting thrown at his face until it smacks him in the nose. “Suck it up, Brady boy. When we were ten years old, I got to be a cool Optimus Prime, and you wore tights.”
Brady mumbles something that sounds like, “I had a bow and arrow.”
“Man, I would have paid to see that.” Cooper hasn’t stopped laughing yet.
Sebastian seems to be the quiet one of the group. I have barely heard him speak tonight. He’s soft-spoken when he does choose to say something, but he has been quick to laugh and seems to have a smile on his face most of the night. I have a feeling he is the silent but deadly type. You never see him coming.
I make a mental note not to piss him off.
Of course, he’s the one to question what my brother just said. “Seriously, Natalie. What’s Cooper talking about? Why do guys throw you around a stage?”
“I’m a ballet dancer.” I leave it because I don’t want to start discussing things I am not ready to get into with my brother just yet.
“You any good?” Murphy has a devious look on his face, and I can’t help but smile.
Before I get to answer, Cooper does. “She’s a ballet dancer, not a stripper, man, stop your gross thoughts before you go there. And she’s great, man.”
God, I missed my brother.
“They call them lifts, Coop. Guys don’t throw me around the stage. I jump. They lift.” I shake my head before standing up.
“I’ll lift you if you need somebody to help you out there, Little Sinclair.” No sooner does Murphy utter those words and wink before he gets two pillows to the face, and I think Brady might have actually growled.
God, that was hot.
Standing up, I look at the guys. “Wow. You are a violent bunch.”
Everyone turns my way and just stares at me like I am crazy.
“Okay, then. My flight was at the crack of dawn this morning, and I am completely exhausted. Jet lag is a real thing. It was great to meet you guys. Thanks for making today suck a little less. I’m going to bed. Will you all be here in the morning?”
“Nope. We have practice at seven tomorrow and then again at three. I’ll be home tomorrow night. I’m guessing Dad is going to try for dinner as soon as he can since you’re here now. Either way, there are a few parties we can crash tomorrow night.”
“Sounds good, Coop. Good night, guys.” I start to walk away, but I swear I can feel someone staring at me. I peek over my shoulder quickly to see if I’m crazy. I’m not.
Brady is watching me walk away, and judging by the look on his face, he likes what he sees.
Hmm. Is he interested? I can work with this. I may put an extra sway in my step as I walk away.
