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“A girl who isn’t pregnant with your roommate’s baby.” He walks around and removes my arm.
I can’t hold it in. I’m like a kid in a candy store, and I’ve not felt like this since I was young… happy and free. “Brooke and I are hanging out.”
“You couldn’t close the deal?” Logan asks in a slightly higher octave.
“It’s complicated. Not only is she my coach’s daughter, she…” I swallow the lump refusing to move in my throat. “She has a little boy, and the dad isn’t in the picture.”
Harper’s mouth drops, and Logan’s eyebrows shoot up his forehead.
“So… this stays between us for a few weeks. We’re going to hang out here or at her house and see if we have more in common than…”
Harper’s stomach is getting big, so instead of standing and hugging me, she waves her hands for me to come in for a hug. She says in my ear, “Does she know about…?”
I shake my head. “This is why we need to get to know each other before telling Coach or spending time with her son.”
“Our lips are sealed. Aren’t they, Logan?”
“Of course. Anything to keep Reed from hitting on my girl.” He’s joking but loves to rib me about it. The thing is I never had a romantic interest in Harper. Well, maybe when we were in boarding school.
I kiss Harper on the cheek and punch Logan in the arm. “Thanks. I have to change and get to the hospital. Do you want to go?”
Logan responds before Harper is able. He’s protective of her and his baby girl. “Harper would spend every waking hour there if she could, but she has a test on Monday and has to study.”
“Look at the whiteboard, but I’m almost positive none of us have anything going on tomorrow afternoon. Invite Brooke over for game night.” Harper grins.
“’I’ll think about it.”
Of course, the mere mention of game night has all my roommates in pajamas. So, I run out to a little boutique on Ashland Avenue that Harper and Adalee are always raving about.
“May I help you?”
“I’m looking for pajamas for game night. His and hers.”
The sales associate is a student, and I believe she’s in the Tri-Delt sorority. Her hair is pulled back in a sleek ponytail, and she’s wearing pearl stud earrings. “Do they need to match? Or do you want them custom made?”
“Custom? No, I need them now.”
She laughs. “We have a heat press so we can put whatever you want on them.”
“Oh, okay. Maybe.”
Guiding me through the corridors of the converted old house, she leads me into a cozy, tucked-away room nestled at the back of the building. The house has been transformed into a charming retail space, filled with neatly arranged shelves and racks adorned with an array of clothing items. Her voice resonates with warmth and excitement as she presents me with the sight of perfectly coordinated matching sets.
“You’ll definitely need extra-large. What size for your friend? Male or female?” She perks a brow.
“Female. She’s a ballet dancer, so maybe a small or medium. She’s about this tall.” I hold my hand to my chest.
She flicks through the rack and pulls out a pale-pink shirt with seafoam-green sleeves and polka-dot flannel joggers. “Would these colors look good on her?”
“Yeah, her hair is that strawberry-blond color. You’re good at this.”
“Thanks. I’m a fashion merchandising major. I hope to design one day. Now, let’s find a pair for you, and then I’ll design something for the front.”
Not once does she flirt with me. Maybe she just knows I’m taken, not that most girls on campus care.
A half hour later, I’m back at home. I climb the stairs and change into my pajamas, brush my hair and teeth, and laugh at how ridiculous I look. I throw a t-shirt over the pajama top so we can unveil our pajamas together.
My roommates are downstairs, making appetizers. Hagan just got home from an away game road trip, so it’s the first time we’ve all been home at the same time in a week or more. One of us is always gone.
