Page 19 of Reclaiming Kendall

The brothers snicker before the three of them get up to head right back down the stairs. Logan hasn’t made it a step before he turns back around, “Want anything, sweet pea?”

A triumphant grin spreads across his lips as Ry’s face flames even hotter than before. Outrageously enough, she kindly says, “A water?”

He winks at her, “You got it. Want anything, Kendall?”

“Same please,” I reply with a thanks.

Ry watches his form until we can no longer see him, and I can’t hold it in any longer, “‘Sweet pea,’ eh?”

“Can it,” she barks pressing her lips together.

I throw my hands up in surrender, making her giggle before she adds, “That man. I swear to God. One second, he’s being as sweet as can be, then the next I want to strangle the life out of him.”

“I would say it’s a Rowe thing, but I can’t remember ever wanting to murder Lucas,” I offer. “Lincoln, either, so you must’ve pulled the short straw.”

“Lucky me,” she mutters.

Denial and murder set aside, anyone with any kind of sense could see that she and Logan are head over heels for each other. She always helped me through questionable times with the guys, so it’s only fair that I not tease her too much. Especially since Logan is like taking on all four of my men, if not more.

Changing the subject, I ask, “Did you ever hear back from Lincoln?”

She nods and pulls out her phone, “He said he’ll try to be at the next game. He’s been swamped at work.”

“Bet it has nothing to do with Dallas and Trish, huh?”

When the brothers return, it’s with Mav, Grant, and Lucas in tow. The latter being pulled into a headlock by Leo. He ruffles a few hairs on Lucas’s head before letting him go.

Since they’ve been gone, the bleachers have started to fill up around us. The six of them marching up the steps doesn’t go unnoticed and for more than just the reason of having nowhere else to look. I ignore the stab of jealousy as I catch more than one set of eyes on my men. They’ll be going home with me tonight, and that’s all that matters. I take a second to let their sexiness fill me with pride that they’re all mine. Mav’s dark-blue jeans hug him as tight as Lucas’s do and paired with a plain white t-shirt, he rocks that James Dean vibe like a pro. Grant is the only smart one like me in a pair of shorts. They reach the tops of his knees, leaving his huge scars on display for anyone who looks close enough. Also, the same as me, his broad chest is covered in a Primwoods t-shirt.

Logan hands us our drinks before taking up post behind Ry. Leo and Lathan sit to his left, leaving Grant to sit to his right directly behind me. Mav’s thigh brushes with mine as he takes the seat not preoccupied by Ry and Lucas beside him.

“Did your friend come back while we were gone, Kendall?” Logan asks, drawing an ugly glare from me. Ry reaches back to pinch him on the leg, and he yelps, “Ouch, hey. What was that for?”

She mumbles something to him, but it gets lost within the deep timber of Mav’s voice at my side, “What friend?”

“Just some kid who was being nice,” I clear up. “Logan is just trying to start shit.”

The subject opens his mouth to argue, but Ry pinches him again. Mav raises an eyebrow, and his lips work themselves into a thin line. Lucas chuckles lightly beside him as Grant wraps his arms around me. Grabbing a hold of my chin, he angles it just right to slam his lips down on mine, making it known whose woman I am.

“Don’t be going and pissing off the big one,” Lathan jokes from the end of the bench referring to Grant.

With the sun almost completely set, the game is set to start soon, and I can’t wait to get an eyeful of Teagan. I’ve been so excited about seeing him out there on the field, that I realize I’m missing him something fierce. I hardly even notice as the empty spaces around us get filled to the brim with bodies.

It isn’t until they roar with pride, seeing the team coming out of the locker room that it hits me how loud the crowd is. All of the players jog out onto the field followed by the coaches.

My heart stutters in my chest with pride as my eyes land on Teagan. The last time we were here, I was watching them play. Seeing him coaching is somehow even better. His polo matches the jerseys of the players and makes it hard to find him once they all converge together on the sidelines. Luckily, all my men are pretty tall, and Teagan’s long hair stands out just enough for me to spot him as he casts a glance up towards the stands. A grin splits his lips as we lock eyes, and he blows a kiss at me. I swear it’s almost as if I can physically hear some of the women around us swoon. If they only knew that he’s so much better than what’s in front of them.

Torn between watching him and the game as it starts, I get distracted very easily. I hadn’t even seen Layla come to sit on the other side of Ryleigh. God only knows how long she’s been there. Leo and Lathan have both gone quiet, which is a fucking miracle. I should be giving them as much shit as they dish out right now, but I can’t take my eyes off the field.

We’re so into the game that we’re doing our own version of coaching from the stands.

At one point, an older woman around Lucas’s mom’s age turns around to ask, “You’ve got one out there, too?”

“Yes ma’am,” I say politely.

It isn’t until her next question that I decide maybe I should’ve clarified, “Which one is yours?”

“Umm,” I stammer and Ry snickers from my side. With no other choice, I go all in, “The head coach.”

---