A Heart's Desire (Book 1)

Chapter 19

Going inside, I notice another group of guys watching football. Just what I like to do, so I jump in the middle of them and become engrossed in the action.

It's an intense rivalry game, each team matching the other in skills and power. Everyone is glued to the action and getting wrapped up in each touch of the football and every yard gained. Close to the end I'm so involved in the game that I jump off the couch yelling at the TV.

"Didn't that ref see that! The ball was clearly over the line! That was a touchdown!" like the refs could hear me.

"Calm down, Eva, they can't hear you!" Ashton exclaims.

"But that was a bullshit call!" I continue.

"Does it really matter?" Jacob interjects.

"I guess not." I huff and fell back onto the couch.

After my little outburst, I realize that I am not going to get anywhere yelling at the TV and go to get snacks. I bring them over and plop down in between Cole and Connor, who had joined the group. They were getting on my nerves with their bickering anyway — like my action was going to help. Maybe this was a mistake — a headache waiting to happen.

"Man will you quit doing that!" Cole yells.

"Quit doing what?" but I can see the mischievous gleam in his eyes.

"Are you embarrassing your brother again?" I scold.

"No." Connor grins. "Yes." Cole counters.

"He's always doing this to me." Cole pouts.

"Connor is that always necessary? One day you're going to regret the things you put your brother through." I try to tell him.

"How would you know?" Connor asks.

"Because I have two older brothers, one's my twin, and 4 younger brothers. Now that I've been away from them, I feel bad about some of the things I've done to my younger brothers and I miss my twin badly. You two might not always be together."

"I guess. I'm sorry Cole." He starts.

"I know, but please stop trying to embarrass me all of the time. Sometimes is ok, but all of the time gets old."

I smile at the two of them warmly. "See brotherly love."

Awhile later but longer than expected, the familiar scent seems to be getting closer. Knowing what is coming, I chose to ignore it. I hear the back door open and slam shut.

"What are you doing?" Callum growls looking at me through narrowed eyes.

"Enjoying a football game. You?" I reply nonchalantly

"And why are you doing this?" he asks while pointing at everyone huddled together in front of the TV.

"Because I like football." I state with a duh connotation

"With a group of guys?" He challenges.

"Well, 1) most girls, in my experience, don't like football, so I'm stuck watching with guys, and 2) I grew up with six brothers and a father in my house, so sports was just what I got used to — and I love it. Don't you like football?" I quiz.

"Yeah."

"So come join us instead of standing there upset that I am watching football with a bunch of guys. It isn't like I am trying to exclude you." I tell him, shrugging my shoulders.

And that is exactly what he does. He growls his way through the group of guys and sits his ass right next to me, pulling me on his lap — not that I terribly minded. He was one sexy ass guy.