Zane Graham.
Fin’s younger brother.
A smile curled my lips as relief flooded my circulation. Fin met his brother after the game. As my headache returned, I turned around and headed toward the elevators.
“Vee.”
“No. Shit.” I ducked my head and continued on my way.
As I stopped for the elevator, a large hand grasped my arm. Turning, I met Fin’s blue gaze.
“Vee, what are you doing here?” he asked.
I looked up at the blossoming bruise on his cheek that did nothing to dull his sexy smile. “I live here.” I jutted my chin. “I’m going up to my place.”
“I didn’t know that. Do you remember Zane?”
Stupidly, I shook my head before saying, “Oh yeah. Your little brother.”
Fin laughed. “Younger. He’s taller and outweighs me. He came to Lexington for the game.”
A smile came to my lips. “He got to see you play.”
“It was a gamble. I warned him.” Small lines crinkled near his eyes. “We’re in the bar. Why don’t you join us?”
I scanned Fin from his leather loafers to his gelled hair as a cloud of sandalwood filled my senses. “I’m…” Ilooked down and back up. My clothes were wrinkled, and I probably smelled from perspiring in the sun. “I haven’t had a chance to clean up or change since the game. I should?—”
“It’s only a drink. Zane would love to see you.”
Air filled my lungs as I inhaled. “Tonight’s not a good night.”
Fin’s expression sobered. “I’ve spoken to Troy.”
“You have?”
“He’ll be all right.”
“How long will he be out?” I asked.
“They’re doing more tests. The coaches should know by tomorrow.” He quirked his smile. “Come on, join us. Tell us what you thought of the sidelines. Your expressions made me think you were having the time of your life.”
“How could you see me while playing?”
He shrugged. “I took peeks when I could.”
The time of my life.
Why couldn’t Preston recognize that?
I reached up and gently touched the bruise under his left eye and then the bandage on his forehead. “What happened?”
He scoffed. “You might not have noticed, but big men kept knocking me down.”
“I did see that.”
“One drink,” he said.
“One.”
