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Chapter Fourteen
CAMERON
“What the actual fuck was that?” I glance over at Kayce, and he just looks at me wide-eyed, an expression I’m sure matches my own.
“Dude, no fucking clue.” Kayce frowns, rubbing the back of his neck.
We watch Asher carry her back into the bedroom, and Tristan follows right behind him, like a fucking puppy. This girl is a puzzle, and these fools act like they can fucking solve her.
This isn’t fucking Wheel of Fortune.
Pushing past Drew, I head over to the buffet table where the coffee maker is, grabbing a cup and pouring myself one. No cream, no sugar. Black. Probably like my soul.
The minute the hot bitterness reaches my tongue, I let out a hum. I need the caffeine after partying last night. I was exhausted after playing all day. Thankfully, we don’t have another game until tomorrow, so we have time to figure out what we’re going to do with the crazy chick.
“I can’t believe it.” I turn toward Drew, who is running his hands through his hair.
Drew and I have always been close. Since the day we were brought on to the Mavericks. The two of us have a special bond, and as a catcher and a pitcher, we need to. I can tell when he is rattled, and he trusts me to call the pitches he throws. We read each other well.
Which is why I can tell he is out of his mind right now.
This fucking chick…
“What’s wrong, Spencer?” I ask him.
“She’s here. The girl I pulled from that house. She’s really here.” He runs a hand over his face like he is still unsure if he is dreaming this or not.
I can assure him, he’s not.
I take another sip of my coffee. “She seems like a nice girl. Really has her shit together,” I say sarcastically. “Why are you getting yourself all worked up over her? You don’t know her.”
“Come on, Davis. She has obviously been through some shit,” Drew defends.
“Oh, that is fucking obvious. You need to focus on your game, not going and playing hero. You have a habit of getting yourself into trouble when you play Superman, Drew. And that will get you fucking killed one day.”
I shake my head at him. I get that he has a good heart, but all it’s ever done is get him in trouble. And almost dead.
“I’m not playing hero,” he snaps back.
I scoff. “Seriously? Do you want me to name all the times?” My eyebrows nearly hit my hairline as I challenge him. He knows I’m right.
Drew doesn’t get a chance to respond; Asher and Tristan come back into the room. Kayce, Drew, and I stare at them, waiting for them to say something.
“So, before we met our guest, I was telling you what she was on. Ketamine.” Asher puts his hands on his hips. “And now I can see it even more so.”
“What does that mean?” Kayce asks.
“Wherever she was, that was what she was being given. I had her hair tested.” Asher walks over toward the couch and sits down.
“Why would you test that for specific drug?” Kayce asks him.
He blows out a breath. “Because I had a suspicion. And unless you know to test for it, you won’t look for it. It’s not a normal drug to give for drugging someone, but it’s effective.”
“Effective how?” I narrow my eyes at him.
“It’s a hallucinogenic drug. She ran from the hospital, scared out of her mind.
Paranoia is one of the withdrawal symptoms. That possibly could have been the catalyst for her leaving the hospital.
Panic attacks, anxiety; this drug does a number on you.
And after her hallucination just now…” Asher trails off.
“Fucker,” Tristan growls.
“And depending on how much she was given for how long, those effects can last a while.” Asher leans his head against the back of the couch.
“So, what do we do, then?” Kayce frowns.
“We need to call John,” Drew offers up.
Asher sighs. “This goes against all the professional bullshit, but we may want to wait on that. She’s skittish, and I have no idea how long her effects may last. She needs to just be watched closely. At least until she is more stable to tell us what is going on so we can get her help.”
“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.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Asshole father is requesting my fucking presence.” He closes his eyes for a moment to gather himself, and then, without another word, he gets up and heads out of the suite.
Drew looks at me and then turns on his heels, heading into the game room off the kitchen. Kayce follows him; I’m sure the both of them are letting off some steam and relaxing before we head home. Letting out a sigh, I throw my head back.
Every bone in my body is telling me that this is a bad idea. That this chick is a bad idea.
But here we are, a bunch of dicks, going crazy over a mother fucking pussy.
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