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“It’s not going to end anytime soon, so you need to just accept it.”
“Jax! You’re not listening to me!”
“I am. I’m trying to do what’s best for you.”
“You think what’s best for me is to sleep in the same suite as your agent?”
“As a matter of fact, I do. Miami is crazy on a normal day, let alone a weekend when people from all over the world are flying in for the Super Bowl. You want me worrying about you when I’m supposed to be concentrating on the game?”
“You know I don’t.” I rolled my eyes. “I never should have missed my flight.”
“It doesn’t matter. You still would have ended up with Caleb this weekend.”
“Ugh! You’re unreal!”
“And you love me for it.”
“I don’t like you at all right now. Actually, every time Caleb shows up out of nowhere, I really don’t like you.”
“You’re going to have to get used to it. He’s not going anywhere.”
I rolled my eyes again.
“Can you just try to have fun? Caleb will take you wherever you want to go.”
“Oh yay! Is he going to hold my hand too? Or, you know what? Maybe he should sleep in my bed? You know, to make sure I’m protected while I’m sleeping.”
“Evie, that’s enough.”
“Fine.”
The only thing I could do was surrender for now. It was Jax’s moment to shine. I was here to support him, even though I wanted to punch him.
“I have commitments with my team tonight, but I’ll try to come by in the morning for breakfast.”
“Can’t wait.”
“Be a good girl, Evie.”
“I’ll do my best,” I mocked in a high-pitched tone before I hung up.
If he was going to continue to throw Caleb at me, then I needed to come up with a better plan. Getting through to Jax wasn’t working out for me. Maybe if I provoked Caleb enough, he’d tell my brother he couldn’t follow through with his promise anymore.
I smiled, loving that idea.
After I showered, I put on the smallest tank top I owned with cheeky boy shorts. If Caleb was going to babysit me, then I was going to make sure he regretted his decision. I used the only weapon I had at my disposal.
My body.
It still had an effect on him. I could see it in his eyes every time I was showing some skin. It was evident in his demeanor.
“He’s the number one draft pick this year,” I heard him say on the phone as I walked into the living.
“We’re not settling for anything less than five million. You want a three-year commitment, then you’re going to have to—”
His eyes followed my body to the chair parallel to the couch he was sitting on.
“I’m going to have to call you back.”
