“Careful,” he says.“Sounds like you want me back in here.”
And then he’s gone.
The door closes.
Silence fills the room.
I collapse into my chair and cover my face with both hands.
Because this is exactly the situation I promised myself I’d avoid.
Still, I have the horrible feeling Noah Walker is just getting started.
And if he does turn on the charm for real?
I might go back on my word not to get mixed up with a rugby player—and the consequences of that could be catastrophic.
Chapter3
Noah
It’s officially Opening Day.
And right now, we’re about to play the Twisters—one of our biggest rivals in the league.
The whole place is buzzing.
Our PR team has been laying it on thick all week.Posters, videos, hashtags, you name it.
They even had some local artists design these ridiculous cartoons showing our mascot—a massive Great Dane wearing a blue spiked collar—snarling at a giant tornado with fists and eyes.
It’s absurd.
Also kind of brilliant.
The kids in the stands absolutely love it.
The stadium itself is packed tonight.
Proper crowd, too.
Real rugby fans who understand the game.
You can tell by the noise.The rhythm of it.The chants rolling through the stands.
Of course, there are a few fans more interested in the players than the game scattered around as well, because every sport has them.
But it’s all good fun, isn’t it?
We line up in the tunnel as the announcer starts calling our names.
My shoulders roll loose as I bounce on the balls of my feet, adrenaline already humming through my veins.
This is the part I love.
The anticipation.
The roar.
