Reagan looks to the girls eyeing me up like a prize. “Why’s that?” She bats her lashes, playing it all innocent like she doesn’t know why. “I think the two next to Ginny are playing rock, paper, scissors to decide which one gets to make a move next.”

“That’s weird, right?”

“Yeah, that’s weird,” she confirms.

“If only I had someone else to be my date tonight.” I tap my chin. “Keep the crazies away.” Date, friend, bodyguard.

Her dimples pop out and she gives me a big, wide smile. “Oh, I see. You want me to be your beard.”

“You’re too beautiful to be anyone’s beard. Let’s go with date.”

Ginny walks into the kitchen and looks back and forth between us. “What are you two talking about?”

I grab her a hard seltzer from the fridge and toss it to her. “Reagan’s my date for the night.”

“He’s joking,” Reagan says quickly. “He’s hiding out.”

“I think it’s a great idea. You two would be adorable together.” My sister beams.

“All right, easy on the booze,” Reagan says to her. “Remember last night?”

“Yes, I do. Do you?” Ginny volleys back. They share some sort of look that I can’t decipher.

“Baby doll,” Heath calls to Ginny from the living room. “You’re too far away.”

“Gotta go,” she says and skips off toward her boyfriend and my roommate. It’s easy to see that Heath is crazy about her, but I’m still not loving that my baby sister is dating one of my teammates. Not that she asked. She didn’t. My little sister is in a relationship and I’m… I don’t know what this is I’m doing yet. If it’s playing the field, then I suck at it and I don’t enjoy sucking at anything.

“They seem happy.” Reagan watches them over the top of her wine glass.

“Yeah. I think they are.”

“You don’t look as angry as you did a couple of months ago when you’re in the same room as them.”

“As long as he doesn’t hurt her, we’re good.”

“You should try saying that with a smile.”

My jaw loosens. Shit, I do sound like a grump. “What about you? No date tonight, so that must mean last night’s blind date was a dud?”

“How did you know?” She nods her head and glances at my sister. “Ginny?”

“Yeah. Before she rushed out of here last night, taking my wine, she mentioned something about your date ordering a salad for you.”

“He was a Scorpio. I should have known better. I don’t need a man to order for me, and if he does, it better be something chocolate. Also, the wine was delicious and more than made up for my bad dinner, so thanks for that.”