We were not the only fans with the same idea. They had metal barriers and security guards in place outside the stadium. Fans could stand behind the barriers and wait for the players to head out after meeting the press and finishing post-game protocol. Our team was crowded close to the entrance, next to the players’ family and friends. I recognized a few of the other women from the industry event the night before, but Penn’s ex was nowhere in sight.
After a long twenty minutes the players started trickling out. Josh exited with a few of the other rookies, but he couldn't see me behind all of my other team members. Becca and I had strategically stayed near the back of the crowd, and I knew we'd made the right decision when Penn walked out looking handsome in a dark grey button-down and slacks.
His bag was thrown over his shoulder casually as he eyed the crowd with his dark brown stare. He kept walking until he saw our small group, and then his gaze landed directly on Becca. She stiffened next to me, but made no move to walk toward him. He paused off to the side and stood, clearly waiting for her. A few fans took the opportunity to get autographs from him and he kindly obliged, but his gaze never left Becca for long.
Jeez, even I was sweating under his stare. How could Becca resist even one more a second?
He wasn't going to give up and I secretly wanted to give him a high five. If he wanted her to feel special and prove to her that his ex didn't matter, he was starting out on the right foot.
For an awkward ten minutes, Penn stood there, waiting for Becca and talking to fans, and Becca just stood by my side. Eventually Penn called for her and our teammates gaped at her. She shrugged and crossed her arms as if to say, I don't know who this ‘Becca’ person is.
I mashed my lips together to conceal my smile just as Liam finally surfaced through the doors. Oh good god. He was freshly showered and his hair was styled back. He had on navy slacks and a white button-down rolled up his forearms. He was devastatingly handsome and I couldn't pull my attention away from him as I watched him sign autographs and take a few photos. He slowly made his way to Penn even though the crowd was screaming for him to come closer to where they were.
He patted his friend's shoulder and whispered something that made Penn shrug.
Then finally his gaze found mine, and he winked, slow and devious, as if he couldn't help exuding pure sex appeal.
And there went my panties instantly in flames. Damnit.
I didn't care what Becca wanted anymore, I wrapped my hand around her bicep and pulled her forward until we were face to face with the boys.
"Great game," I said with a broad smile.
"Yes it was. Are you ready to go?" Liam asked, eyeing the security guard next to us so that he'd know to open the gate. A few of the other players were joining their families and girlfriends as well so it seemed like standard protocol. "My car’s parked in the lot back here with the rest of the players'."
I turned to Coach Davis and saw that most of the other girls had already started to leave. "Are we all set, Coach?"
She cocked a brow and gave me a hard stare. "Be safe, Kinsley. We'll see you at practice Monday."
I smiled and gave her a nod before turning back to the group.
"Well, I'm going to drive myself home,” Becca began. “Kinsley, have fun and call me tomorrow. Liam, great game. Penn, you can go to hell.” She said it so bluntly that my mouth dropped open.
Wow, she really wasn't going to let him get away with last night. Good for her.
"Becca, we need to talk," Penn demanded with a hard stare. His brown eyes were locked on her and I didn't think either one of them was going to budge.
Liam shook his head and then reached over to take my hand. "C'mon, Kins, let's leave these two alone."
A security guard opened the gate for me after I hugged Becca goodbye. It was probably best that I was leaving with Liam. Becca needed to face Penn in private… so there’d be fewer witnesses of his murder.
Chapter Twenty-Five
"Are you hungry?" Liam asked as we stood in his kitchen eyeing each other over the kitchen island.
We'd driven to his house out in Malibu so that we'd have some privacy away from his other roommates at the LA Stars' house. Liam hadn't even asked if I was staying over. He'd assumed and I hadn't corrected him.
"No." I shook my head and crossed my arms over my shirt. "Are you?"
His eyes narrowed on me, and he shook his head. He was leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed just like mine. He looked intimidating in his slacks and button-down.
We were eyeing each other hungrily as he pushed off the counter and stalked toward me. He reached out for my hand and pulled me after him until we were heading into his living room. The shades were drawn, but a few lamps placed around the room cast the space in a soft glow. Liam led me further inside and then dropped my hand so he could turn some music on. Arctic Monkeys, "Do I Wanna Know?" streamed throughout the room.
I watched him drop the remote back onto the stereo and then he slowly turned. He was wearing a dangerous expression and I bit my lip as his eyes blatantly perused my body.
Neither of us said a word as he moved toward his couch. There were no arms on the side near him so he sat on the end with his hands clasped between his knees. He was hunched over, watching me.