She scoffs, but a second later it turns to laughter. I grin like the smug bastard I am, enjoying that moment of Kendall looking me up and down. I drive her crazy, but she likes looking at my body. I’ll take the compliment.
“Hey, Scott. Who’s your pretty friend?” Wes says as he walks over to us.
That playfulness inside of me instantly disappears when I see the way Wes grins at Kendall. He likes her.
That’s nothing new. Wes is the kind of guy who chats up any hot woman within a five-mile radius.
I frown at him, annoyed. It’s never bothered me before to see Wes do that. But now that he’s attempting to charm Kendall, I’m not having it.
She turns to him, offering a polite smile. “I’m Kendall.”
He shakes her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
His gaze lingers on her even as they break the handshake. He juts his chin at me. “So what are you doing hanging out with this loser?”
She laughs. “We’re planning the rehearsal dinner for his brother’s wedding.”
“Really?” Wes looks over at me.
“I’m the best man,” I mutter.
“And I’m the best woman,” Kendall says.
Wes quickly skims his gaze along the length of her body. “You really are.”
She chuckles and rolls her eyes. A strange territorial feeling rockets through me.
Wes steps closer to Kendall. “So do you have a date to this wedding?”
“We’re leaving.” I step in front of him, forcing him back a few steps as I head over to my gym bag. I grab it and rest my hand on the small of Kendall’s back, leading her through the entrance outside.
“I thought you said you had to change?” she asks.
I unzip my bag and dig around for a clean t-shirt. “I can do it out here.”
When I glance up at Kendall, a teasing smile plays across her plush lips. “You don’t like your teammate talking to me?”
“Nope.”
“Why?”
I huff out a breath. “Because that guy fucks anything that moves. You should stay away from him.”
“Oh my god, Liam. Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”
“I’m not,” I mutter.
“You kind of sound like it.”
“I’m just saying. He’s not your type.”
“And what exactly is my type?”
“Not him.” Not any guy. Except for me.
That prick of jealousy ignites, turning hotter by the second.
I stand up and rip off my shirt, then dab the sweat on my chest and neck with it. I shove it into my gear bag and glance at Kendall.
