Another wink.
I snorted, then sobered up. “Why are you in the enemy trenches? Shouldn’t you be in the locker room with your…pack of boneheads?”
It was the first time his face had ever turned serious.
“Had errands.” His enormous shoulder shrugged. “Speaking of, got any other friends to introduce me to?” He nudged me in the ribs and made me laugh.
“None with an STD wish. Or your type.” I chuckled, physically feeling the murderous stares boring into my back from those of my pack members who were witnessing me talking to the enemy.
“You’remy type, but you keep rejecting me!” He slammed his hands onto his chest, clutching it. “Repeatedly!”
“Of course I do! You were literally in my friend’s pants!” How was this wolf the same one who had nearly broken Gaius’s head? And half of my team’s players?
His grin turned fox-like. “Not only there.”
“Details not required!”
He laughed at my grimace and casually slung an arm around my shoulders. “Wanna come meet my boys? I’m heading back to the changing rooms. I can even get you a picture with Thor.” At that name, my heart screeched to a stop. He caught it and grinned. “You like my T-man?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I pulled at my sleeves. It was obvious that they were teammates, maybe even friends.
“To like him?”
“No!”Like him? What I feel for his T-man is another L-word altogether.“To go to your changing rooms.”
“Awe, come on. You’re cute, and you’re not a wereball player. They won’t care if you’re a Comet.” Wink.
Sure, until they realized I was the Highlander’s twin. Or, worse, my mate would think I was spying on him like one of his stalkers.
“No thank you, Gentle Eyes. Next time.” Which would be never.
“I get it. Most people are scared of Thor. He’s a beast, yeah, but a nice beast.”
“I heard he found his mate.”
I winced.Why did I say that?I’d just blurted it out without thinking.
Killian’s brows shot up behind the mask. “Oh, yeah, that. I had a hunch. And it’s quite convenient! My T-man has been throwing numbers my way.”
Annoyance flashed through me. “Hestillgets numbers? With a mate?”
I stomped my foot. How dare he? I was tempted to go to the changing rooms and toss the necklace at his face.
Killian laughed, oblivious. “Told you he’s nice.” Wink.That made five.
Smacking Killian in the head seemed like the best idea at that moment, but the first gong saved him. He swooped down, his laughing mouth pressing a sloppy kiss to my cheek, with winks six, seven, and eight coming in rapid fire. I watched him bolt away.
“Call me, sweet pea!” he shouted over his shoulder.
“As if, Gentle Eyes!” I yelled back, grinning despite myself.
With a chuckle at that delinquent, hoping he’d find his mate as soon as possible, I walked back toward the stands.
When the teams came charging back onto the field, my eyes zeroed in on my mate instantly.
This time, he was the first one out of the tunnel, striding in with that cocky, infuriating grin, still streaked with mud and somebody else’s blood.
Could anyone else be that handsome? Of course not.
