Emma watched Killian kick a soccer ball towards a sandy-haired man who was sitting on the grass with a jaunty call of, “On your feet for the captain!” that sent a pleasant tingle right down her spine.
“Well, since I’m already up, might as well stick around for a bit.”
Just before the practice started in earnest Killian looked over at the bleachers and when their eyes met his lips pulled up in a grin and he actually winked.
Cheeky, one-handed hot English captain of the soccer team. Or football.