She finishes her point, turns, and nearly runs right into Saint.
“Oh, sorry.” She places her hands on his chest.
“You’re good,” he says, voice low and steady.
“Did you need something?” She steps back.
“Nope. Just making sure no one steamrolls our schedule today.”
“Uh-huh.” Presley looks at him skeptically. “Right, well, stay hydrated.”
“Will do, Doc,” he says, smiling.
The way he says it makes her pause, but she doesn’t turn around.
Aston walks up and leans in. “Well, well, well.”
“You see that too?” I murmur.
“Oh, I absolutely saw it.” He laughs and rubs his hands together.
“She looked a little flustered when she walked away, yeah?”
“That she did, Pitzy.”
I smack his chest. “Okay, show’s over. Let’s head inside.”
When we get back into the building, I immediately see Alie. She’s bent down in front of Sera, wiping something off her face.
When her eyes meet mine, a spark flashes. Then she stands and clears her throat.
“Liam,” she says evenly. “You’re up for sponsorship photos in five.”
I smile and nod.
“Hi, Liam.” Sera jumps up and down.
I bend down. “Hi, sweetheart. You having fun today?”
“Oh, yes. Football all day.”
“I saw you with that ball earlier. I’d better watch out, or you’ll take my job.” I tip my head to her and smile.
She giggles and covers her mouth with her small hand.
Next to me, Aston nearly chokes, trying not to snicker.
Alie clears her throat and glances at him. “You too, Griffith.”
He straightens. “Yes, ma’am.”
“I’ll see you later?” I stand and look at Alie.
She gives me a subtle nod, and as we pass by her, her fingers brush mine for a half second.
No one would notice if they weren’t watching us closely.
But it’s enough to send a rush right through me because even though we have a lot to work out, I still want her.
