" When did my house turn into a hangout for every grossly overpaid, terminally pampered professional football player in northern Illinois?" " We like it here," Jason said. " It reminds us of home." " Plus, no women around." Leandro Collins, the Bears' first-string tight end emerged from the office munching on a bag of chips. " There's times when you need a rest from the ladies." Annabelle shot out her arm and smacked him in the side of the head. " Don't forget who you're talking to." Leandro had a short fuse, and he'd been known to take out a ref here and there when he didn't like a call, but the tight end merely rubbed the side of his head and grimaced. " Just like my mama." " Mine, too," Tremaine said with happy nod.Annabelle spun on Heath. " Their mother! I'm thirty-one years old, and I remind them of their mothers." " You act like my mother," Sean pointed out, unwisely as it transpired, because he got a swat in the head next. "