Page 98 of Bookworm

"—because, unlike you, I looked uptonight's forecast.It's supposed to be cold and windy," I finished.

My sister crossed her bare arms which I could already tell had goosebumps. "Your fitted jeans are warm too. Plus,they make your butt look amazing."

I smiled. "Not sure if I should be weirded outor flattered that my sister just said that."

"Whatever," she said. "You didn't wear them—or leave your hair down, like I suggested."

"I made an executive decision."

"But you look so hot with your hair down."

"Again, not sure how to feel about that, Scar."

She huffed out a breath. "Iknow Bo would've liked it."

I shook my head, making sure to keep my voice quiet so only she could hear. "Scar, we're not actually together."

"Then why are we here?"

"Even before Bo and I were…"

"Dating?" she supplied when I struggled to find the right word.

"Fakedating," I whispered. "Even before that, I'd already decided togo to his games and cheer him on, at least until his wrist and face heal."

Scarlett bit back a smile. "Ah yes, theinfamousbook slap. I'd almost forgotten."

"Well, I haven't. I'm doing what I can to make up for it."

"Okay—butbe honest about the outfit. You're hiding, at least a little."

I sniffed because there was a small thread of truth in what she was saying.Instead of fessing up, I said,"This is my fan gear. Peopledress like this at sporting events."

"Have you ever been to a soccer game?"

I shrugged. "I've attended virtually."

Scarlett gave me a nod. "Ever watch Bo play?"

Only almost every game he was in in high school.My blush must've given me away because suddenly my sister was all smiles.

"I do love the little soccer ball on your cheek," she said.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, because you painted it."

"Did I?"

Shoving her with an elbow, I laughed.

"I guess you're right," she said. "It doesn't really matter what you wear. Bo likes you, quirks and all."

"Scarlett," I groaned.

My sister shot me a sweet smile. "What?"

Before we could bicker more, I spotted Bo warming up on the sidelines. He and the rest of the team were stretching. Thanks to his morning ritual I'd seen him like this tons of times. But there was something about that uniform.The shirt accentuated his broad shoulders and trim waist, and those shorts were doing amazing things for his muscular legs. Goodness, even his forearms were attractive. Was that a thing? Yep, I thought, as he clenched and unclenched his hands.

My eyes moved back up to his face, catching that familiar frown, though this time it was directed out to the field, more focused, his mind completely on the game.

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