But I don’t think she ever will. So I take what I can get, which are the sharp barbs she lobs at me whenever we’re together.
Kendall’s big brown eyes narrow, and her gaze sharpens. That familiar thrill flickers in my chest.
This whole wedding planning gig just got a lot more interesting.
Chapter 2
Kendall
Iglare at Liam, annoyed at how smug he looks right now.
I shouldn’t be surprised. He always looks like that when I’m around.
That taunting look in his blue eyes. That satisfied smirk that always drives me crazy. The way he teases me, like we’re old friends, even though he knows we’re not.
I think back to that house party junior year of college, the night that changed everything between us.
The night I overheard him shit-talking me to his teammate…
An ugly feeling rips through me. I push it away.
I’ve relived that moment a million times. I’m not doing it again.
I roll my eyes at him, which only makes him laugh.
“Aww come on. I know you’re excited to spend the next few months planning Aidan and Micah’s wedding with me,” Liam says through that cocky grin. “I have incredible event planning skills, remember? Also, you’re looking hot tonight.”
I glower at him and ignore his “hot” comment. I know he doesn’t mean it. He’s just fucking with me, like he always does.
“You’ve never once planned anything in your life, Liam. Unless you’re talking about those house parties back in college.”
“Admit it, they were epic. And tons of fun.”
I scoff. He just laughs. The annoyance inside of me intensifies. I take in the smug look on his handsome face, how his smile is as obnoxious as it is handsome.
Liam Scott has no right to look this hot. A guy as thoughtless and obnoxious as he is should be ugly to match his personality. But life isn’t fair. Sometimes the most insufferable people are also the best-looking.
And that’s exactly what Liam is: ridiculously, unfairly handsome.
His face is irritatingly pleasant to look at. That square jaw, those full lips, those soft blue eyes that are the same color as the sky. And his hair. It’s thick and wavy and golden blonde and always perfectly messy since he’s constantly running his hands through it.
And his body.
I look off to the side so he doesn’t give me shit for staring at him too long.
He’s a professional hockey player so of course he’s ripped. And huge. At six-foot-three, he’s almost a foot taller than me.
I huff out a breath, hoping it sounds as annoyed as I feel. Because Liam is my exact physical type. He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. In college, I had a major crush on him.
And even though I can’t stand him, I can’t lie to myself. He is the hottest guy I’ve ever seen in my life. Too bad he’s a jerk.
When I look back over at Liam, he’s still grinning at me. “You loved the parties I threw in college, Kendall. Don’t lie to yourself.”
I shake my head. “God, you’re such a cocky bastard, Liam.”
His grin widens. “Cocky, huh?” Excitement flickers in his gaze. “I like hearing you say the word ‘cocky’ when you talk about me, firecracker.”
The frustration inside of me shifts to anger. He gave me the nickname firecracker in college because I’m small, but when I get upset, I get loud. I used to love it. I hate it now.
