Throwing on a black silk cami and shorts set from Lucy’s intimate apparel line, I reclined on my bed.
I grabbed my phone, dialing the one person who would be awake at this ungodly hour. Turning on the video call function as it rang, my face came into view, and I winced.
Jesus, I looked like a hot mess, resembling a raccoon with dark makeup smudged around my eyes, my hair tangled in knots. Thankfully, the recipient of my call was the least judgmental of my friends.
The call connected, and Amy’s face filled the screen. She always was the most classically beautiful woman I’d ever known,but being in love filled her with an inner glow. Amy was radiant, even on her worst day.
With it being early afternoon in Europe, I could see how smartly put together she was for her role of princess. Her auburn hair was blown out to perfection, and the lapels of a blue suit jacket were visible at the bottom of the screen.
Taking one look at me, she blinked, trying to process the train wreck staring back at her.
Breaking the ice, I murmured, “Morning.”
Finding her bearings, she smiled. “Morning. Have you been to bed yet? Looks like you had a wild night.”
A puff of air rushed past my lips. “You could say that. I woke up in Cal’s bed this morning.”
Amy’s emerald-green eyes bugged out of her head. “Our Cal?”
“He’s notourCal.”
“You know what I mean.” When I nodded in the affirmative, she tilted her head, and I could see the gears turning in her brain. Amy was nothing if not methodical. “I’m confused. I tried telling you forever ago that I saw him checking you out, but I woke up this morning to a text from Natalie all giddy about you going out with a guy on the Indy Speed staff. How does that translate to you falling into bed with Cal?”
“All right, you can’t tell Natalie about this. She would only lecture me, and I already have a mom.”
“Oh boy. This is gonna be good.” She was grinning from ear to ear.
“Not in the way you think,” I grumbled.
“I’m a very busy woman. I don’t have all day to listen to you talk in riddles,” she teased.
“So, I kinda led on the guy from the Speed, Jake, luring him to Spades, hoping he would bring players.”
“Did he?”
“Did he ever.” I sighed. “Four hunky hockey players. It was like a buffet of hotness.”
“Sounds like your dream come true. How does Cal come in?”
“It was better than a dream. I had the captain, Maddox, eating out of the palm of my hand. We did the sexy flirting thing upstairs, then moved it onto the dance floor. It was so hot I thought I might burst into flames, Ames. So. Fucking. Hot.”
Smirking, Amy’s voice held a hint of humor. “Let me guess. Cal took it upon himself to play guard dog.”
Amy knew a thing or two about overprotective alpha men—Liam was over-the-top protective. Urban legend had it that he’d crushed a wine glass in his bare hands when Amy shared the story of her first sexual encounter being a frat-boy bet.
Groaning, I covered my eyes with a forearm thrown across them. I couldn’t look her in the eye when I shared why Cal jumped in.
“Worse than that. Cal caught Maddox with his hand up my skirt.” I heard Amy gasp but pressed on, “And then he proceeded to tell Maddox who my dad was. He couldn’t get away from me fast enough after learning that little tidbit.”
“I’m sorry, Hannah.” I knew she meant it.
Lowering my arm, I looked at my sympathetic friend. “That was the last thing I remember before waking up in Cal’s bed this morning.”
“Did you two . . .”
Grimacing, I replied, “He says no. I’m ninety-nine percent sure I believe him.”
“Cal’s not the kind of guy who would go out of his way to stop you from being with another man, only to take advantage of you himself.”
