Because when Noah Walker decides something matters?
He fights for it.
And this woman?
She’s worth every fight I’ve got.
Chapter4
Chiara
“Hey!There you are!”
Finley appears out of nowhere the second I step through the doors of the after-party, grabbing my hand like she’s rescuing me from the edge of a cliff.
I blink at the sudden burst of energy.“Hi?”
“Where have you been?I thought you weren’t coming!”
“I wasn’t sure I was,” I admit.
Tonight’s party is being held in one of the newer event spaces overlooking the stadium, and the place is buzzing.
Blue and silver lights wash over the room while music thumps through the speakers, the kind that makes people shout over each other and laugh too loudly.
Huge screens mounted around the room are already replaying highlights from the game.
Every few seconds the crowd erupts again as Tank barrels through a defensive line or Luca kicks a perfect conversion.
The Carolina Rovers absolutely demolished the Twisters tonight.
The PR team is having the time of their lives.
I spot two of them in the corner already editing reels on tablets, while another is filming fans chanting in front of a cardboard cutout of the team mascot—a giant snarling Great Dane wearing a spiked blue collar.
I have to admit, watching rugby is a hell of a lot more fun than I imagined.
There’s something mesmerizing about it.
The sheer size of these men.
The power.
The unexpected grace of bodies that large moving that fast.
Okay, maybe I’m thinking about one athlete in particular.
And yes.
Maybe tonight I dressed with him in mind.
My cheeks warm as I tug lightly at the hem of my skirt.
Finley notices immediately and grins like a shark.
“Oh my God.You look amazing,” she says.“Come on.”
Before I can protest, she’s dragging me across the room.
