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Story: Black Shadows
“So, we need to hire a babysitter?” I roll my eyes. “Great, we adopted a chick. Is there a daycare we can put her in when we’re playing?”
“Shut up, Davis,” Tristan snaps at me, fixing me with a glare.
“Well, Cam brings up a good question. How the hell are we gonna watch her? We travel, and with the games, I don’t think taking her on the road is going to go over well with Coach.” Drew surprises me with that.
“I can stay with her, and it’s probably best I do. Doctor and all,” Asher offers.
“She can stay at my house. There’s plenty of space, and she won’t feel so closed in,” Drew offers.
“Yeah, the most exciting thing you have going on in your life is playing hide and seek with a toddler.” Kayce laughs.
“Shut the fuck up, Anderson. You play tea party with her, and I know you have worn a tutu,” Drew shoots back.
Kayce shrugs. “I get snacks. Everyone loves snacks. And I look damn sexy in the tutu. Don’t be jealous because you don’t have this ass.” Kayce takes a hand and turns his ass toward Drew, rubbing it seductively.
I roll my eyes at these two. “Enough, children. We need to figure this stowaway problem out.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Fuck off with your shit, Anderson.” I flip him off.
“Enough,” Tristan barks. “Asher will watch her. We will keep doing what we’re doing. Focusing on the games and winning them.”
“What about her friend?” Kayce asks.
“What about her?” I raise my eyebrows.
“Well, we just can’t let her roam around thinking something happened to Raelyn.” Kayce peers at the guys one after another.
“Kayce has a point.” Asher nods. “Plus, chances of keeping her in one place and not running… well, it may help if we have the friend. Do we know where to look?”
“No. But we can probably ask her.” Tristan rubs the back of his neck.
“Let Drew do it,” Asher suggests.
“Yeah, hero boy, go ask,” Kayce teases, waggling his eyebrows.
Drew flips him off. “I will when she wakes up. In the meantime, all of you need to be a bit less… you.” He shrugs.
“What the fuck does that mean?” I narrow my eyes.
“She freaked out when you were all staring at her like she was a piece of meat.”
“She’s hot.” Drew throws his bottle of water at him, and Kayce catches it and laughs. “Relax, pitch. I’m teasing.”
“All of you need to approach her more carefully. She has some serious trauma. I would like to get her to talk to someone, but in time. She needs to get comfortable with us first and know that she’s in a safe place. Then I can call a buddy of mine who can help with this.” Asher stands. “I’m gonna go check on her.”
He walks past and heads toward the room.
“Well, I guess that solves it.” I frown. “We will be glorified babysitters for the foreseeable future.”
“Cut it out, Cam. We’re helping someone,” Drew defends.
“Don’t let this affect your playing, Spencer. I am telling you now, you need to be fucking on your game,” I chastise.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got it. Everything will be as it has been.”
“Shit,” Tristan says as he pulls out his phone and grimaces.
“Shut up, Davis,” Tristan snaps at me, fixing me with a glare.
“Well, Cam brings up a good question. How the hell are we gonna watch her? We travel, and with the games, I don’t think taking her on the road is going to go over well with Coach.” Drew surprises me with that.
“I can stay with her, and it’s probably best I do. Doctor and all,” Asher offers.
“She can stay at my house. There’s plenty of space, and she won’t feel so closed in,” Drew offers.
“Yeah, the most exciting thing you have going on in your life is playing hide and seek with a toddler.” Kayce laughs.
“Shut the fuck up, Anderson. You play tea party with her, and I know you have worn a tutu,” Drew shoots back.
Kayce shrugs. “I get snacks. Everyone loves snacks. And I look damn sexy in the tutu. Don’t be jealous because you don’t have this ass.” Kayce takes a hand and turns his ass toward Drew, rubbing it seductively.
I roll my eyes at these two. “Enough, children. We need to figure this stowaway problem out.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Fuck off with your shit, Anderson.” I flip him off.
“Enough,” Tristan barks. “Asher will watch her. We will keep doing what we’re doing. Focusing on the games and winning them.”
“What about her friend?” Kayce asks.
“What about her?” I raise my eyebrows.
“Well, we just can’t let her roam around thinking something happened to Raelyn.” Kayce peers at the guys one after another.
“Kayce has a point.” Asher nods. “Plus, chances of keeping her in one place and not running… well, it may help if we have the friend. Do we know where to look?”
“No. But we can probably ask her.” Tristan rubs the back of his neck.
“Let Drew do it,” Asher suggests.
“Yeah, hero boy, go ask,” Kayce teases, waggling his eyebrows.
Drew flips him off. “I will when she wakes up. In the meantime, all of you need to be a bit less… you.” He shrugs.
“What the fuck does that mean?” I narrow my eyes.
“She freaked out when you were all staring at her like she was a piece of meat.”
“She’s hot.” Drew throws his bottle of water at him, and Kayce catches it and laughs. “Relax, pitch. I’m teasing.”
“All of you need to approach her more carefully. She has some serious trauma. I would like to get her to talk to someone, but in time. She needs to get comfortable with us first and know that she’s in a safe place. Then I can call a buddy of mine who can help with this.” Asher stands. “I’m gonna go check on her.”
He walks past and heads toward the room.
“Well, I guess that solves it.” I frown. “We will be glorified babysitters for the foreseeable future.”
“Cut it out, Cam. We’re helping someone,” Drew defends.
“Don’t let this affect your playing, Spencer. I am telling you now, you need to be fucking on your game,” I chastise.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got it. Everything will be as it has been.”
“Shit,” Tristan says as he pulls out his phone and grimaces.
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