CHAPTER SIXTEEN
On Sunday afternoon, Ryker knocked on Lucy’s front door. He’d done the same thing less than twenty-four hours ago, but an extra dose of anticipation flowed through him. She’d been on his mind since last night. Her kisses had fueled his fantasies, making him want more.
But she wasn’t ready to give more. At least not the more he wanted.
I don’t sleep around.
I’m not up for a fling.
She hadn’t mentioned no kisses. He would settle for those.
Lots of those.
The front door opened. Connor smiled up at him with a toothy grin. “Fuego plays in an hour.”
This was his club’s second match. They were in L.A. to play against the Galaxy. Earlier this week, Ryker had missed not being at the season opener when they lost to the Timbers. Being unable to play, he’d felt as if he was let
