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“I’m afraid I didn’t catch your name,” he said with a small grin.
“Oh. I’m Amelia Meyers. But please, call me Lia.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Amelia.” My name rolled off his tongue readily, like he’d been born to say it for all eternity. “What brings you to Glasgow?”
“A wedding.”
He slung a gym bag over his shoulder, grasping the strap. The small movement caused his muscles to flex.
“Yours?”
“What? Oh God no. My sister’s.”
“The one in London?”
“Yep.”
“Why isn’t she getting married there?”
This guy was awfully nosey.
“They thought it would be romantic to have a wedding at a Scottish castle. Her fiancé is from Newcastle, so it was either London, Newcastle or Scotland.” I shrugged, stealing a glance at him.
“How long will you be in Glasgow?”
“We leave—“
“We?”
“Yeah. My best friend and I. She’s—”
“She,” he said quietly. Bright emerald irises slid over my face as he traced one of his slender fingers along his mouth. I wanted to snap at him for all the interrupting, but a flurry of nerves ran through my stomach. It’s not physically possible for someone to become more attractive overnight, is it? I blinked myself out of this hypnotic state.
“Oi! We’re off to eat, mate. Come on,” an impatient, stocky man yelled.
Tall, Dark and Sexy clearly didn’t enjoy being at the receiving end of that. His expression hardened as he turned around. I could only imagine the look he gave the other guy. It must have been scathing because the poor soul abruptly left.
When he faced me again his eyes were blazing hot.
“Finished with your run? I can drive you back to—”
“No,” I blurted out. “I mean, I’m not done yet, but thank you.”
The thought of sitting in an enclosed space with him was too much to handle. Standing this close to him in an open field was challenging enough.
“You’re sure? You look a bit out of breath.”
“Doubting my stamina?” I put my hands on my hips, narrowing my eyes.
The corner of his mouth ticked up into a small grin. “Not at all. I’m quite sure you can go for a while, but jogging can be taxing on the body. A slow and steady climb is best to achieve maximum results.”
I wasn’t entirely sure we were talking about exercise anymore. I couldn’t form a sentence, so I stared at him.
“Don’t let me keep you.”
He gestured to the field. That little mischievous grin rankled me to the core. He’s teasing me. He’s got me flustered and now he’s teasing me. In an instant he managed to turn me on and turn me off simultaneously.
I still couldn’t form a complete sentence, which pissed me off.
“Okay then. Nice to see you again.” He kept grinning and sauntered off toward the parking lot leaving me in a funk. Annoyed by my pre-teen giddiness, I turned up my iPod and ran like hell.
Stephanie was awake and all bright eyed and bushy tailed when I got back. She buzzed around the suite in a huge fluffy robe, laying clothes on the couch.
“Hey. How was your run?”
“Eventful.” I tossed my iPod on the end table and plopped onto the chair.
“Oh really?” She stopped fussing with the clothes. “How so?”
Since we hadn’t had a chance to chat about what happened at the benefit, I quickly relayed the story, and then told her what happened at the field. She blinked at me like I had fifty heads.
“Did you get his phone number?”
“No.”
“What? Why not?”
“It really didn’t cross my mind.”
“Didn’t cross your mind? Honestly Lia,” she huffed. “It’s like you forgot how to flirt. You run into the same hot guy twice and act like it’s no big deal. And why didn’t you ask his name?”
“I don’t know. I wasn’t expecting to see him on my morning jog.”
“Well, we’ll have to stalk every tall, super toned, hot guy with red hair in Glasgow while we’re here then, won’t we?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Oh please. The old Lia would not only have asked his name and gotten a number, she’d be out having drinks with him right now.”
I fought back a smile. “I hate it when you’re right.”
“Maybe he’ll be at the soccer game,” she teased. “Darren did say he was bringing a friend.”
“Yeah, right,” I snorted. “You watch too many sappy chick flicks.”
“So jaded,” she sighed.
All talk of the mystery man took a backseat as we prepared for our day out with Darren. He’d bought us tickets to see his team and already announced his intention to convert us into loyal followers. I didn’t understand soccer at all, but the players were nice to look at.
I showered and threw on my favorite pair of faded jeans, a light sweater and sneakers. Seeing as we’d be outside all day, I figured casual was best.
“Braids and a baseball hat?” Stephanie giggled.
“It’s comfortable. Besides, if the weather goes sour and it starts to rain I'll be covered.”
“Always so prepared,” Stephanie remarked as she slid on her vintage sunglasses. “Alright, Sporty Barbie, ready to go?"
"Let's do this.”
Groups of young men and women clad in various team apparel lined the street leading up to the pub. The air was thick with cigarette smoke and excited chatter. The sun was shining and many people were taking advantage of the rare, nice weather.
"This is insanity. Look at all these people. Figures that Darren would pick the most popular area to meet." Stephanie craned her neck to get a better view through the throng of sports fans. She had a good three inches on me so I just watched all the people nearby.
I became very engrossed in a trio of young men to my right. They debated the merits of one player over another on a particular team. I hadn't the foggiest idea what they were talking about, but enjoyed listening to their accents.
An elbow suddenly greeted me in the side.
"Ow! What the hell?"
"Sorry, sorry. I see Darren. Let's go."
We navigated our way through several groups of people standing on the sidewalk. Once we reached a clearing, I spotted Darren. His spiky blond hair was immobile in the breeze as he chatted to someone next to him. My view of the other person was obstructed by a rather tall, lanky guy. As soon as he walked away, I sucked in a breath.
“Holy shit.” I stopped short.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“That’s him,” I barely squeaked out. Stephanie paused and followed my gaze. I drank in every inch of him. Faded black jeans molded to his toned legs perfectly. His lean upper body was showcased in a tight, long sleeved gray cotton shirt. Snap out of it, Meyers.
“Shut the front door, no it’s not.”
I didn’t have a chance to answer her. Darren saw us and waved us over. I married my eyes to the pavement and took a deep breath.
“Hey, you two. I ordered up some nice, Florida sunshine for today. What do you think?”
“Not bad,” Stephanie laughed.
Glancing up at Darren from under the rim of my hat, I could feel the other guy staring at me.
“Lia, Stephanie. This is Alastair Holden. He’s coming to the match with us. Don’t let his ginger hair frighten you.”
Even his name dripped with elegance. I squared my shoulders and boldly fixed my stare on him. So help me God, he was incredible.
“Get your eyes checked, MacCourty,” he said dryly. “It’s nice to see you again, Amelia.”
Darren’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. He looked from Alastair to me. “You two know each other?”
“We met last night by the bar,” Alastair answered, “she was having some trouble negotiating the carpet.”
“Well then. We should get walking toward the stadium," Darren said. "It's about a twenty-five minute walk from here and the match starts in forty-five."
Stephanie linked arms with him as they started up the street. "We'll lead the way. You guys try to keep up.”
I fell into step with Alastair. A nervous, twitchy energy radiated from every cell in my body. We walked silently side by side for several minutes.
"So, this rugby thing I saw you playing earlier. When did you start?"
"This rugby thing…" He mimicked me. "You have quite a way with words."
“Are you going to tease me or answer my question?” I raised an eyebrow, looking at him incredulously.
“University.”
“Do you play anything else? Or is rugby it?”
“That’s pretty much it for organized sport. Work doesn’t allow me much free time, so I only get to join in on the weekends every so often.”
“Is this one of those free weekends?”
“It seems to be.”
His arm bumped into mine and I noticed a little smile cross his lips.
“What would you normally be doing if Darren hadn’t asked you to the game?”
“Working, probably.”
“That sounds amazing,” I snickered. “Do you ever have any fun?”
“You are quite the curious kitten, aren’t you? Questions, questions, questions.”
“They’re instrumental in getting answers.” I replied with a grin.
“Fair enough.”
As charming as he was, I could tell he was also extremely guarded. He steered the conversation away from himself so it focused more on me. I was just as guarded though. For the time being, I planned to keep him at arm’s length.
We all huddled at the street corner waiting for the crosswalk signal to change. As we stood in silence, I noticed several women staring at Alastair. They casually sized me up before whispering amongst themselves. He flicked his gaze from me to them. When we got the go-ahead, Alastair placed his hand at the small of my back. It was a light touch, but I was aware of the warmth bleeding through my sweater.
The stadium loomed large in the distance. I could hear singing and chanting the closer we got to it. Darren passed a ticket to each of us.
“Now, this is very important,” he said solemnly, looking at Stephanie and me. “You must only cheer for my side.”
Stephanie burst out laughing at Darren’s seriousness. “It’s just a game, D.”
“It’s so much more than that, Steph,” he exclaimed, turning to walk through the gate. Alastair and I followed close behind. Once we got past the turnstiles, we walked through a tunnel into the stadium. Our seats weren’t too shabby; along midfield, tenth row. Darren attempted to explain the finer aspects of the game to Stephanie. She shot me a pleading look of help and surrendered to his lessons.
“Is this your first proper Scottish football match then?” Alastair asked.
