Returning, she showered with her own toiletries from her yoga bag, dried off, and put on black yoga leggings and Ronan’s green shirt over her white sports bra and pale blue cotton panties. She brushed her wet hair and clipped it up.
On the guest bath vanity, Calista found several packs of guest toiletries and made use of a new toothbrush and the white wintergreen toothpaste in the zipped bag. She preferred her own brand but getting a pharmacy delivery here might be weird for him. Then again, it might not. She plugged in her phone and typed what she wanted into the app, then she put on a cherry lip gloss. Powered by the electric cord, her texts populated. Vivien and Olivia had both messaged to ask about Ronan taking her to coffee. Calista typed in that he had team questions.
Vivien typed a big-eyed emoji. “And he thinks you’ll answer?”
Olivia did a thumbs up. “Make his agent go through me.”
When the whirring of the treadmill stopped, Calista took her toolkit to the exercise room and went to work.
* * *
Lunchtime came. Ronan had expected Calista to come down for food or a drink, but it was noon, and the mechanical clanks from upstairs continued unabated.
Would she descend the stairs and cook him something amazing? Most women would. What was he in the mood for?
Stop.
Calista wasn’t most women, she owned the team. He needed to set a boundary with her, ask his teammate’s questions, and get her home. Ronan made his own salad and a smoothie. He could face her disappointment at not getting to cook for him.
Two hours later, no Calista.
She’d eaten nothing. He was a shitty host.
Ronan blended another smoothie and grabbed a bottled water to take up to her. He found her in the gym and froze in the doorway.