Lost in the Wind (Finley Creek Book 9) by Calle J. Brookes

Author:Calle J. Brookes [Brookes, Calle J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lost River Lit Publishing, L.L.C.
Published: 2019-09-22T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 48

MOST OF THEIR TEAM was heading to a favorite diner to celebrate the win. Only Margo and Bailey had other commitments after. No surprise, Margo had flown in specifically for the game to fill in for another player. And Bailey had no other ride. Nikkie Jean had offered to drive the other woman, but it was obvious that the welcoming nature of the group was overwhelming Bailey a great deal.

Plus, there was a tall, handsome sheriff waiting to take Bailey home. One dressed in worn jeans and FCU T-shirt that had nothing to do with the TSP.

Sheriff Addy wasn’t on the clock now. And the way he was looking at Bailey made Nikkie Jean go all gooey inside.

Nikkie Jean planned to grill her friend on that relationship first opportunity she got.

She walked off the field with Annie and Izzie, chatting with her friends as she did. Izzie stopped walking, her eyes widening.

Nikkie Jean followed her gaze.

And there was Caine. Walking right toward her.

He stood glowering at her, surrounded by people she had no doubt he wanted nothing to do with. His son was chattering at people walking by.

“Don’t worry. We won’t leave you alone with him,” Izzie whispered.

Annie just grabbed her hand.

She appreciated their support, but Caine was her problem to deal with. Not theirs. “I’m ok. I’m not sure why he’s here.”

She wasn’t going to walk over to him. That was exactly what he wanted—his prey to come to him. So that he could play with her.

Damn her hormones; that thought wasn’t as terrifying as she’d thought it would be. She wouldn’t mind a little more playtime with Caine. Under the right circumstances, of course.

The man was made for faded jeans and BCGH T-shirts that made his shoulders look just a little wider than the brother’s standing next to him.

Shoulder to shoulder with Rafe, she saw the differences. There was just something more about Caine than his brother. Hands down.

Jillian saw Caine then. And she was fearless. She stalked right up to Caine and put her hands on her hips. She looked ridiculous with the catcher’s gear still in place and the apple-green T-shirt clashing with her hair, standing between two almost-identical men who towered a foot over her. “Well. Look what the cat has dragged in this morning. Yet another one. And it’s a clone this time!”

Caine shot her a look. Nikkie Jean waited for him to say something cutting to his sister-in-law, just like Rafe would have done before everyone realized what a softie he actually was. It didn’t come.

“You always this sassy, little sister?” There was challenge there—but humor, as well. Caine’s temper wasn’t as trigger-happy as his brother’s, apparently.

Yet she wouldn’t exactly say he was tamer than Rafe, though.

“Better believe it. You should get used to it. How old?”

Caine smiled at Jillian. “Thirty-five and a half. Aren’t I just the cutest little thing?”

Jillian snorted, then softened when Dalton chattered at her and clapped his hands. Reached for the bright-red hair. “Not as cute as he is.

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