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But he didn’t.
He was a sanctimonious prick, that, when he wasn’t speaking over her, was speaking down to her, or abandoning her like she was a suitcase he couldn’t fit in his car, and decided he no longer needed.
Ricey looked at Molloy and saw a pretty face and a smoking body.
And for him, that was enough.
He didn’t care to scratch the surface.
Meanwhile, I knew what she was about, and had her personality pegged to a tee.
His girlfriend was a mischievous, self-assured, free-spirited, good-time girl, with a pure heart and a penchant for trouble.
Her easy-going, playful nature meant that she didn’t take a lot of his jibes to heart, but I did.
I fucking took them to heartforher.
Watching her tolerate his less than stellar treatment of her irked the hell out of me.
It evoked feelings in my chest that had no business being there in the first place.
“Lynch!” Eddie snapped, dragging my attention away from the screen of my phone, where I was attempting to play a game of snake to calm myself down and distract myself from the very strong urge I had to lunge across the changing room and pummel Paul the prick.
“Shit,” I grumbled when his interruption caused me to die in my game, and quickly snapped my head up to look at my coach, who was pacing the changing room floor “Yeah?”
“Put the phone away,” he instructed. “You’re on my time now. You can text your girlfriend after the match.”
“Girlfriend.” I shook my head in confusion. “What girlfriend?”
“That blonde young one you’re always knocking around with,” Eddie snapped. “The one perched on top of the dugouts, driving me half mental with all the cheering. Do me a favor, lad, and leave her at home for the next match. She’s a distraction. Texting you and tormenting you when you’re trying to play. You can be doing all the loving you want with her on your own time –afteryou win this game for me.”
“Oh shit,” Alec laughed, pressing his fist to his mouth, as he gestured between myself and Ricey with his free hand. “He thinks she’s your—“
“Shut the fuck up,” Ricey seethed as he flung his helmet across the room at Alec, before rising to his feet and storming out of the room.
The changing room erupted with laughter.
Feeling an immediate shift in my mood, I smirked to myself, thrilled that Eddie had unintentionally riled Paul up, and finding it even more humorous that he thought she was mine.
Sheisyours.
“Have I missed something?” Eddie asked, looking around to each of us. “What’s the matter with Rice?”
“That smoking hot distraction you’re talking about?” Alec snickered. “Yeah, that would be Ricey’s girlfriend.” He waggled his brows before adding, “But don’t worry, Eddie, lad, I reckon Lynchy will be doing plenty oflovingwith her in the near future.”
“Jesus Christ, Al,” I chuckled, as the team laughed and bantered around us. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?”
“Right, right. That’s enough of that,” Eddie grumbled, looking embarrassed. “Get your holes out on that pitch and put us in the running for some silverware.”
Sore and uncomfortable, I slid my helmet back on, grabbed my hurley, and made my way out of the changing room and back onto the pitch.
“Woo! Would you look at the ass on number six!” a familiar voice called out when I slipped through the metal gate of the fencing that separated the supporters from the field and moved to join the rest of my team.
Sitting on top of our team’s dugout, inside the fencing where she had no business being, Molloy winked down at me. “Nice moves.”
“Nice legs,” I replied, feeling much more sated now than ten minutes ago.
She beamed down at me from her perch, with her long legs dangling off the edge of the steel roof. “Stay out of trouble out there, okay?”
