“Len! Drink!” My sister holds a margarita in the air for me.
“Better go get that,” Kiki says.
I say goodbye to her and make my way to Lincoln. “Thanks.” I take the glass from her hand.
She clinks her margarita against mine. “It’s like old times, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Avery says, coming up behind us. “Except Leni is dating Talon so I’m not worried about Coach flipping out that one of his players flirted with his daughter.”
Talon laughs. “Yep. That ship has sailed.”
“Not yet for me,” my sister shares, raising a palm. “Still single.”
“There’s no rush, Linc,” Cohen offers, stepping into our huddle.
“Hey, guys,” West Crawford announces, popping his head into the mix. “I gotta take off.”
“Baby duty?” Cohen jokes.
West grins. “I miss my girls. Don’t hate.”
“Never,” Talon says, smirking. But his tone conveys his seriousness. Having a family you adore is never a joke. It’s the ultimate flex.
“Hey, real quick.” West glances at me. “I heard you’re a huge fan of The Burnt Clovers.”
My mouth pops open as my gaze darts to Talon.
He holds up his hands and shrugs, but his eyes are filled with amusement.
“I—I am,” I stutter.
West grins. “Good, because we got tickets to their Spring Break concert in Cancun and y’all are coming.” He wags a finger between Talon and me. “See you guys later. Good game.” West smacks Talon’s back.
I gape after him.
“Close your mouth, babe,” Lincoln mutters.
My jaw snaps shut, and I turn wide eyes to Talon.
“Seriously?” I ask.
“Seriously,” he says, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me back against his chest. He dips his head to press a kiss to my temple.
“You’re gonna discover your Irish roots,” I murmur.
At that, Talon barks out a laugh, drawing curious glances from his teammates.
But Lincoln just grins. “It’s the real deal,” she says.
“Forever,” Talon agrees, catching her drift.
I beam up at him in response and he kisses me hard.
“Oh, God, get a room, you two,” Cohen jokes.
“Like you’re one to talk,” Avery grumbles.
Lincoln snorts in response.