When she steps to the line, her eyes are alight with mischief that makes my heart sink, and when Talia strides over to her, putting one of her hands on Mallory’s waist and dragging her long fingers from her stomach to her back as she circles her, I’m ready to lose it. “You’re the only person here I’d put my running shoes on for tonight,” she says to Mallory. Several men, including the asshole standing next to me, shout their agreement.
