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“You said you love me.”

“I do, more than anything. I’d give up ball if you wanted me to.”

He loved baseball, like totally obsessive about it.

“No, that’s not happening, not even if I was pregnant. Almost all players have families. As for my dad, he only wants to know that I’m happy.”

I wasn’t sure I believed that myself. What would Dad say if I told him I was expecting?

“You really don’t care,” Carter said.

“No. No, I don’t. I’ve always loved you, and I want to be a private investigator. I can start that now, quit and restart. I want to be my own boss for reasons exactly like this. If you make a team, I want to travel with you and see the world, and have sex in all the most romantic spots. Do you hate the idea?”

“I’m still fuzzy with drugs, but no, I don’t hate it as long as it doesn’t mean a painful death.”

“If my dad comes for you, he’ll have to go through me first.” I grabbed his chin. “When I said you’re mine, I meant it. No one and I mean no one, will take you from me.”

“You’re so fucking sexy when you talk like that. I still think we should keep the relationship on the low, and when I’m home, no sex under his roof. That seems…wrong and like I’m playing with fire while juggling knives.”

“Fine. For now.” I laid my head back down.

“I hate to ask this, but did you make sure your dad isn’t hiding in the house somewhere? Like my closet or under the bed? That would really ruin this moment for me.”

I laughed hard and sat up, wiggling my hips around, loving the look on his face.

“He’s not here, trust me. Now, are you going to fuck me again? I have a very needy kitty.”

“Oh fuck.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

CARTER

I looked over at Kallie sitting in the stands and winked. I was waiting for my turn to speak to the next scout, and having her here gave me a shot in the arm to really stand out from the rest of the guys. They were my friends, but they were also my competition.

Yesterday was a weird fucking day, yet it was one of the best of my life. I hardly remembered the party or what happened other than arriving and going for a swim. I couldn’t believe someone tried to drug me, it seemed insane, but I just got a taste of what thousands of women dealt with every time they left the house. All I knew was that I should’ve been pissed that Kallie was stalking me, but it turned me on, and I was thankful she was there to stop it. She was my dark angel.

We stayed in bed most of the day, making sure the drug was out of my system. We did whatever we wanted, and I felt like I could breathe and take on the world for the first time. We ordered food, played naked tag throughout the house, and fucked on every available surface before curling up to watch the news together. They showed clips of the party mansion and the yellow tape fluttering in the breeze as police cars sat in the background. It all seemed very ominous, with the night sky as a backdrop to the death I knew they found inside. The girl that drugged me was the host of the party. Not sure why she chose me out of the crowd. I was still a nobody, and there was no guarantee I would make the majors. It made no sense, but I guess it only needed to make sense to her, and now she was dead.

“Doesn’t matter who she was,” Kallie said, shrugging and getting up to grab popcorn.

I did worry, though, it was second nature for me to worry about her and everything around her. The final reporter said there was a serial slayer in the area. Kallie laughed at the name, calling it ridiculous. It wasn’t like she was going from neighborhood to neighborhood killing people.

I couldn’t help wondering if she was growing too bold. In that moment of worrying about her, I realized I didn’t care that three people died. That sealed it for me. I was officially so far into the mayhem that nothing Kallie did seemed outlandish or wrong. Watching people die every week for years as Cain taught us how to stalk, kill, torture and clean up had flipped a switch that I never wanted to turn on. If it did, I wouldn’t be able to be with Kallie, and she was the heart that kept the blood running through my veins.

I squeezed the bat tighter, picturing what I would do if someone ever hurt her. Cain worried about emotion and how it affected a kill. If someone did anything to her, they would definitely have something to worry about.

“Carter, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” the scout for the Toronto Blue Jays said.

“The pleasure is mine. What would you like to know first?” I smiled as I shook his hand.

* * *

ONE WEEK LATER

I couldn’t see Kallie in the crowd, but I knew she was there. Being with her was a trip. She rarely told me when she was coming and could show up in my bed while I was asleep. Not that I was complaining about that, but I found myself looking behind doors and checking the back seat of my car before getting in. I was out to dinner with the guys and almost choked on my meal when she wandered over in a waitress’s uniform. I didn’t want to know who she killed to get it. I also prayed that none of the guys acted like pigs and grabbed her ass, or they would end up with arsenic in their food and dead before the night was over.

The last thing I needed was for her to start picking off all my competition. It wouldn’t take long for them to start looking at me sideways.