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“And who are you? Wait. Let me guess. The quiet ones are always the quarterbacks, spending too much time in their own heads, figuring out everyone’s next play.” A slow smile spreads across her pretty face. “Am I right?”
When the song ends, Bash kisses us both on the tops of our heads and then whispers in my ear, “Point one to you, Little Sinclair. You’ve got his attention.” Huh. Guess Bash is on my side too. Am I that obvious?
“Why are you being so nice to me? You don’t even know me, and I was rude to you the night we met.” Tiffany gives me a sad smile. “Yeah well, I can be a lot to take in all at once, but I think we have more in common than you know. And nobody deserves to be treated the way I’m guessing you were treated tonight.”
“Ladies. As much as I love a good girl hug, I think if we’re going to be touching each other, we should at least do it in front of Murphy. It would be the highlight of his night.”
“Yes, she’s tall, and she’s pretty. But I have a newfound need for someone who’s short and gorgeous. Someone who looks like a pixie. Someone whose brother I was planning on talking to tonight before all hell broke loose. I need to talk to him so he doesn’t kill me when I kiss his sister.”
RYAN is printed across her small back in block letters. Where it stretched shoulder-to-shoulder on me, it practically hangs off her body. But it’s my jersey. That’s when it clicks. At that moment, with my name on her back, I decide she’s going to be the girl who wears my jersey for the rest of her life.
