Page 11 of The Kiss Connection

“He just called me Pint Size!” Heat licks my cheeks.

Rowan waves a dismissive hand, not the least bit interested in that. “No, tell me what he said when you told him I sent the text from the app. That it wasn’t you.”

I rock back on the barstool and glance toward the bartender, gesturing that I’d like another drink. “I didn’t tell him.”

“And why the hell not?”

“It didn’t come up.” I finish the last of my drink, waiting for the new one, rolling my lips together. “He’s such a pompous⁠—”

“Asshole?” Rowan supplies with a laugh. She glances back toward their table. “He is hot, and he clearly likes you.”

“He doesn’t. He got us kicked out of the arena. That’s a dick move.”

Rowan laughs again, enjoying this way too much. I might need better friends after this.

“What?” I grumble at her, annoyed.

“He was staring at you through more than half the game. I mean, maybe he wasn’t wrong entirely—he should have had us moved, not ejected. But those were great seats. What’d he say when he saw you were wearing his jersey?”

I shake my head. “Nothing.”

Five

Myles

“Are you going to tell us what that was all about?” Conrad stares at me, his gaze imploring me to explain about the girl at the bar.

I grab a beer, wanting to forget the last five minutes like it never happened.

Opening my mouth to say something, I quickly shut it.

My brother reaches across the table for his second beer. The bucket is growing empty quickly, but there’s zero chance I’m getting up and heading to the bar again. Not while she’s there. No, thank you.

I want to ask him if it could be true, that Juniper was kicked out of the arena, and more importantly, why. But I think better of asking.

She was lying.

I’m certain of it.

There’s no way that the team would have her kicked out; it certainly wasn’t like I was requesting it, and if she did get booted, then she had to have done something malicious or broken one of the arena’s rules.

She brought this upon herself.

Whatever. I hate that my seat is facing the bar, where I can see Juniper and her friend. “Archer, switch seats with me.” I gesture at the table, wanting his seat so my back is to the girl I keep staring at.

Maybe Archer is right and I need to get laid. That’s one way to forget about a girl: hook up with someone else.

Anyone else at this point would take my mind off her.

Archer places his beer bottle on the wooden table and raises an eyebrow at me. “Why? Your chair broken?”

I shake my head a little too quickly. “No, I’d just prefer staring at the wall.”

My brother turns around, not the least bit quiet as his chair squeaks, but thankfully the bar is rowdy enough it’s not too noticeable with all the commotion. “You don’t want to keep looking at that hottie you were arguing with?”

“She’s not hot,” I grumble, and Archer laughs.

“Yeah, right. She’s aces, bro. But I’m telling you, if you don’t get back out there soon, your dick is going to fall off.”