“Maybe there would be more interest in a co-ed indoor soccer league come next winter,” Lore said after she set their next round in front of them. “So we don’t have to compete with the existing teams. What do you think?”
Adam shrugged.
Someone waved at Lore from across the room, and she excused herself.
Kerry took a long sip. “What don’t you like about the indoor soccer idea?”
He paused.
Kerry held up her hands. “If it’s none of my business, just tell me. I’m the new girl, just here to have some fun.”
“It’s nothing. It’s a good idea, I just don’t know if I can commit to it.” Adam squeezed his lime garnish into the drink. “Who knows where I’ll be come the winter.”
“Nothing wrong with keeping things open,” Kerry said lightly. “I moved here on a complete whim and it’s turned out to be a pretty good idea.”
Adam glanced at her sideways. “But it’s mostly work.”
“That’s all right.” The truth of that reply surprised her. For all her self-talk about needing to get out there and have some fun, maybe meet a new friend to take to bed, this was all the socializing she actually wanted right now. Friends to share a drink with so she didn’t have to stew on being grumpy with Owen.
He was grumpy enough for the both of them, thank you very much.
The door to the bar swung open, and in walked Bailey Patel. Kerry waved her over, and Adam got up. “I’ll give Bailey my seat. Nice to see you again, Kerry.”
Bailey gave her a silent, raised eyebrow inquisition as the youngest Kincaid brother sauntered in the direction of the back room where there were pool tables.
“Look at you, hanging with the Canadian Hemsworths.”
It was a mistake for Kerry to try to take a sip of her drink as Bailey got settled. The fizzy beer and clamato cocktail was not pleasant to snort. “What?”
“You know. The Hemsworths. Australia’s finest.”
“I’m familiar.” Kerry wiped her face with a napkin.
“Adam is Liam, of course.”
“And which one is Owen?”
“Luke. The bad boy oldest.” Bailey paused. “There are more Kincaids, though. They don’t map exactly.”
Kerry was pretty sure that Owen wasn’t that much of a bad boy. He was more like the stern, uptight dad type—who just happened to look like a darker Hemsworth, okay, she could see that now.
“Will is the one who isn’t an actor,” Bailey said confidently. “He’s the elementary school principal.”
Kerry frowned. “One of the Hemsworth brothers is a school principal?”
Bailey giggled. “No. One of the Kincaid brothers is. Will.”
“Oh. Right. You said that. But then you called him an actor.”
“It was a metaphor.”
“I don’t think that’s a metaphor.”
“A simile?”
Kerry snorted. She was definitely tipsy. “I don’t know.”
“If one of the Hemsworth brothers didn’t act, is what I meant. Will is the one who is not like the others. The others are all your classic bad boys. Join the army, see the world. Come back occasionally to charm some of us out of our panties.”
