Floored by Karla Sorensen

Author:Karla Sorensen [Sorensen, Karla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dutch Girl Publishing, LLC
Published: 2020-12-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Lia

For my second match, I was far more prepared. This time, I had a Shepperton Shorthorns sweatshirt over my thermal leggings, Jude's jersey on underneath as a second layer, a poncho in my small purse in case it rained, a blue-and-white-striped winter hat emblazoned with Shepperton FC along the folded edge with a giant blue poof sticking off the top, and on my cheek was this friggin’ adorable little temporary tattoo that I'd found in a shop down the road from the stadium, the horned logo in bright blue and white.

I walked to my seat, the energy in the building like the best shot of pure, unfettered electricity. Nothing was like the excitement of a live sports event. I'd take it over any concert, any play, any show in the entire world.

A small block of empty seats was located around the one I knew was mine, but the moment I saw the tall man in a solid blue shirt, I knew immediately it was Lewis. He had the same dark hair, the same straight nose, the same broad shoulders. But where Jude's build was muscular, Lewis was husky—the kind of guy who looked like he gave the very best kind of hugs.

I slid down the aisle, smiling at the four old men who stood to allow me to pass.

Lewis glanced in my direction and moved to do the same.

"No worries," I told him, "I'm right here." I pointed at the seat just to his right.

His face lifted in shock. "Ahh. Right then."

I held out my hand. "Lia. I take it Jude didn't tell you I'd be joining your family today."

With a rueful smile, he gave mine a brisk, hard shake. "No, but that doesn't surprise me. My brother is hardly forthcoming about the details of his personal life."

Because he said it with a warm tone and obvious love in his eyes, I didn't feel a surge of defensiveness for the man not here to defend himself.

"Are your parents coming?"

Lewis's smile faded just slightly at the edges. "I expect not."

Song erupted around us, and I whipped out my phone to take a video. Lewis watched me with an unveiled curiosity. Once I stopped recording, I shot a text off to Molly, knowing she'd get a kick out of it.

Each star player had a little song, and the fans—en masse—knew when to start singing them. Jude had one too, but I hadn't been able to remember the words once the match was over.

"Our fans in the States don't do stuff like that," I shouted over the din, hooking my thumb over my shoulder. "I think it's so cool!"

He nodded. "It's different here. Football transcends sport, if that makes sense." Lewis leaned in because I could hardly hear him. "For good and for bad, in fact. Some of the songs are bloody ruthless. One of the players on another team has a song about his wife because she started some drama passing stories to the papers. Didn't sit well with the fans."

"No way!" I laughed.

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