Page 43 of Home Town Advantage
Palmer bites her lip. “Oh my god, I do think that’s hot. Maybe I do have a food fetish.”
Layla lets out a laugh. “I think you might. I personally hate men who are rude to waiters. When they act like they’re above one, it’s such a turnoff. Honestly, I love how kind and generous Presley is to waitstaff. On our first date, we had the worst waitress in the history of the world. It took forever for her to take our orders, she then messed them up and was so incredibly rude to us throughout, even though we gave her no attitude. Presley never lost his cool and then left her a giant tip. When I asked him why, he said he couldn’t imagine she was going to keep her job for long and would probably need the money.” She clutches her heart. “I thought that was so sweet.”
I nod. “Itissweet.”
The girls then talk about men who make everything about them as being a red flag. Those who never ask questions about you. I can’t help that Shane pops into my mind. He does that. All our conversations are about him. He gets short with me when I discuss what’s going on in my life, almost as if my success is an insult to him. He never asks about me and how I’m doing in Philly. Shane doesn’t know everything, but he knows I was struggling seeing and living with Vance. He’s never once mentioned it, even when I lived with Vance. He doesn’t ask about my brother. We’ve been dating over two anniversaries of Finn’s death, and Shane has never once reached out. Vance, on the other hand, sends me a card every year on the anniversary. I know he sends one to my parents too.
As if he knew I was thinking about him, I notice him glance up at our box and stare right at me. He offers a little wave before tugging at his jersey and cracking a small smile. I look down at myself. He likes that I’m in his jersey.
I think I like it too.A little toomuch.
VANCE
Christ. My cock swells in my uniform pants at the sight of Sulley in my jersey. My mind keeps drifting to what it would be like for her to be on her knees sucking my cock wearing that same jersey.
I break eye contact and shake my head in disbelief. Focus, Vance. It’s a big game against a division rival.
I shift my hips, suddenly realizing how unforgiving football pants are.
I tug on them to give myself some room and hear Daylen chuckle. “Are you at full salute from seeing the object of your affection in your jersey?”
“She’s not the object of my affection,” I spit in response.
“Yet you knew exactly who and what I was talking about.” He smirks. “Hmm. Interesting.”
“Fuck off, dickhead.”
“I think it’s the head of your dick that wants to fuck.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “If you keep it up, I won’t pass the ball to you today.”
He winks. “I think you will, loverboy. I’m the teacher’s pet.” He starts subtly shaking his ass and softly singing, “My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard. And they’re like, it’s better than yours.”
I can only blow out an exasperated breath at my crazy friend.
We’reat the sports bar next to the stadium. The fans party here after all games, and they love it when we make an appearance after a big win. The excitement is electric, and it’s packed with wall-to-wall Camels fans excited at the great start to our season.
There’s a balcony area reserved for us so we can wave at and interact with the fans without being completely hounded.
Due to Layla’s WAG status, the Beavers ladies are already up on the balcony when we arrive. I think the fans are equally as excited to see them up there. I happily watch them wave and throw freebies to the crowd. It’s good to see them getting so much attention. Even though their season ended, Philly has embraced them, and the future is promising.
Flanked by security, we walk up the steps of the balcony. With the fall nights getting a little chilly, Daylen is wearing a Camels green knit hat, as he often does after our games.
Kennedy takes one look at him and chirps, “Your cap looks like the Incredible Hulk’s condom.”
He shrugs, seemingly unaffected, as he calmly replies, “It’s Bobby Brown.”
She narrows her eyes at him. “What does that mean?”
He smirks. “My prerogative.”
She exhales an audible breath. “The fact that jellyfish have survived for hundreds of millions of years without brains must give you so much hope.”
He rolls his eyes. “Blow me, sugar lips.”
She gives him a small smile. “I would, but my coach said I need to bulk up.”
“Why are you so nasty?” he asks with uncharacteristic edge in his voice. “Do you stay up at night and contemplate the best ways to be a bitch?” he raises his voice at her. This woman truly gets under his skin. It’s amusing to watch.
