than that mess of a football half. Santino definitely plays dirty.
Suddenly, a voice chimes from behind me. “Here she is!” I turn to find Belle with her arms wrapped around a man that looks like the clean-cut version of Henry Cavill. “Ronald, this is Tilly! Tilly, this is my brother, Ronald. Are those seats open?”
I barely croak out the word yes before she shuffles in past me, planting her brother squarely beside me. “Ronald, Tilly is from Dundonald! We went there a few years ago for their annual Highland Games.”
“Is that right?” He offers me a weak smile, clearly uncomfortable by his sister’s overeager matchmaking.
“Most people have never heard of Dundonald,” I say because this is horribly awkward, and some silence needs to be filled.
“Yeah, I’m afraid I haven’t.” He takes a sip of his beer and glances down at the pitch. “Has it been a good match so far?”
I nod but then cringe because I can’t even remember most of the game, so I offer a really generic, “Yeah, always.”
Belle leans forward and smiles at the two of us. “You two look cute together.”
Ronald scowls at his sister. “Belle.”
“What?” she coos back with wide eyes. “I’m just stating a fact.”
He drinks his beer again as Belle shoots a menacing glower at her brother. “It’s best if you stick to medicine instead of matchmaking.”
“Oh, Ron,” Belle exclaims with a laugh. “Loosen up a bit!”
I stare straight ahead, wondering if it would be rude of me to leave right now. Suddenly, I feel Ronald’s warmth press against my arm as he leans over and murmurs, “Sorry about my sister.”
“Oh, it’s fine.” I wave him off.
He shakes his head, and I can feel him staring at me, so I turn to look at him. His dark-lashed eyes are sincere when he says, “It’s not fine. It’s awkward, and I’m sorry. She’s just so very desperate to bring me into her world.”
With a smile, I offer a complacent shrug. “Is that such a bad thing? This is certainly more my brother’s world than mine, but I’m having a nice enough time.”
He exhales heavily. “It’s just too soon.” When a pained look fleets across his face, I instantly recall the words Belle said earlier.
“He lost his wife…”
I rub my lips together thoughtfully before asking, “What was her name?”
“Rose.” He says it almost reverently, and I feel a chill run up my spine.
“That’s a pretty name,” I offer with a soft smile.
He nods gratefully. “So is Tilly.”
We have a nice, quiet moment of understanding when suddenly, the area between my legs erupts. My eyes widen and swerve to Santino, who’s standing behind the glass with a glacial look in his eyes.
I shake my head angrily at him, and the fucking prick adjusts something on his mobile to increase the intensity.
With great effort, I mumble an excuse to extract myself from my location. I can’t sit next to another person while my lady bits call for Scotland.
Ronald barely glances at me as I take a stumbling step towards the man responsible for my current state. I barely manage to bite a moan back as I struggle for air and make a beeline towards Santino.
He’s a walking dead man.
I kill the vibrating app as soon as I see Tilly extract herself from that bloke looking at her like she’s good enough to eat. I’ll be the only one eating her, thank you very fucking much, mate. I motion for her to follow me out of the suite, and her eyes look positively lethal as we enter the empty hallway.
“What the fuck was that?” she hisses, her nostrils flaring with her temper.
“It’s called a vibrating app, and you knew the game we were playing, so why act surprised now?” I snap, my body tense with a possessiveness I’m not used to feeling.
“It was a game earlier when you did it during the goals.” She crosses her arms over her chest and juts her posture towards me. “Doing it to me in front of that man was just cruel.”
“Cruel?” My body flushes with anger. “It was cruel the way you were staring at that prat. I thought we had a deal!”
“What deal?”
“You and I. We set up our terms before I even put my lips on your body. You and I were going to figure out what we are but exclusively.”
“Sonny,” she growls, stepping closer to me with rage in her eyes. Her voice is low and guttural as she says, “That guy was just talking to me. I