He shook his head. “So that’s the same.”
I laughed because, yeah, he was half right. “Yeah, but no. She’s crazier, I think.”
“Any changes in her body?” Kline asked, and my eyebrows pulled together.
Her body was fucking insane like always. “Jesus. I don’t know. Her body is—”
“Don’t tell me,” he cut in before I could tell him more things he thought he didn’t want to know.
And it hit me. This fucking smart bastard. “You think she’s pregnant, don’t you?”
He shrugged. “Is she? Could she be?”
Well, fuck. We were fucking like animals. There was always a chance she could be pregnant. I thought back through everything until it hit me.
“Holy shit. I do think her tits are bigger.” They’ve been trying to tell me all along.
Cassie was pregnant. Probably.
The sound of the door opening behind us pulled my gaze to the back of the room. As Cassie and Georgia giggled their way back into the suite, I couldn’t take my eyes off my best friend. She radiated happiness and beauty and life and everything I’d ever wanted.
Kline leaned over to whisper in my ear, and my heart jumped in my chest when he did. “She looks good with a glow. Congratulations.”
One month ago I had resigned as St. Luke’s Chief of Emergency Medicine and signed on as the New York Mavericks’ head team physician. I’d made the career change in hopes that the majority of my workweeks would cut off at fifty hours, and most importantly, that I’d have more time to spend with my daughter, Lexi.
Being a single mother was hard. Add in a full-time job, and it was damn near impossible. But I felt like I’d made the right choice. Lexi wasn’t with a babysitter all of the time, and I’d started finding time for myself, time to go out with friends, time to date—although, I had yet to really accomplish that one.
But I wasn’t in a rush to dive headfirst into the dating scene anyway. I just wanted to enjoy this slice of normalcy I had accomplished by taking this new job.
The bustling sounds of the stadium filled my ears as I strode through the long hallway that led to the tunnel to walk out onto the field. Today marked the opening game for the New York Mavericks, and I was excited to see the guys get out onto the field and kick some ass.
My heels tip-tapped across the concrete as I pulled my phone out of my pocket to check for what had to be a million text messages in my group chat with Georgia and Cassie.
Georgia: Go Mavericks! Good luck today, Win!
Cassie: Ditto on what G said. How’s my brother? Did he look okay during warm-ups? How’s his knee? Did he say anything about it?
Georgia: SEAN IS FINE, Cass. Stop bugging her about it for the millionth time today.
Cassie: Stop texting me when you’re sitting right next to me.
Georgia: You totally fucked Thatch in the owner’s suite bathroom.
Cassie: I know I did. I was there.
Georgia: What’s going on with you? You feeling okay?
Georgia: Hello? Earth to Cassie.
Georgia: Are
Georgia: You
Georgia: Okay
The convo went on for miles. And I couldn’t help but smile at their ridiculousness. Georgia and Cassie were awesome. After I had met them at lunch with Will, they had taken it upon themselves to offer their friendship. Girls’ nights, coffee dates, lunches at Georgia’s house—all of it had become a common occurrence in my life.
I kept reading, wondering in amusement if the texts would ever end.
Cassie: I’d be a lot better if you stopped texting me.
Georgia: Sheesh, for a woman who just screamed her way through an orgasm, you’re kind of testy today.
Cassie: I’m ignoring you.
Georgia: Gnome you’re not.
Cassie: Stop. It.
Georgia: Gnome what your problem is?
Cassie: You. You are my problem.
Georgia: Gnome I’m not.
I laughed when I finally reached the last text that had been sent a mere two minutes ago and typed out a quick message.
Me: Thanks, guys! And Sean is good to go, Cass. You have nothing to worry about. Your brother is ready.
Georgia: YAY! See, Cassie? I told you!
Cassie: Thanks, Win.
Cassie: Stop texting me, Wheorgie.
Georgia: Never.
Me: Are you guys watching from the Owner’s Suite?
Cassie: Yes. And you’re coming out for drinks with us after. We will only take YES as an answer.
Me: YES. I’ve got a sitter. I need a night out.
Georgia: WOOOHOOOOO!
Cassie: (She literally just shouted that into my ear as she was texting it to you.) And it should be noted that I’m more than ready to get my drink on.
Me: Hahahaha
Me: Perfect. I’ll meet up with you guys after the game, then.
My phone vibrated in my hands, and I answered on the second ring. “Dr. Winslow.”
“Where are you?” Eddie, one of the team trainers, asked. His voice reeked of concern.
“Heading toward the field to make sure our standby paramedics arrived. What’s wrong?”