Page 4 of Come Fly With Me

Flynn cocked his head in consideration. “I don’t think so.” Although he’d be the first to admit that he didn’t sound convinced.

“Three-goal lead,” Lachlan amended. “And I’ll make sure nobody sues when the big guy goes nuts.”

“Not going to happen.”

“How about we only count every second goal you score?”

“Do I look like an idiot?”

Lachlan considered him. “Well, now that you mention it…”

Flynn’s fist clenched. Really, what harm would one wee punch do? Especially when the dickhead was clearly asking for it.

“Lachy!” a delighted female voice called.

A female voice Flynn knew only too well. He turned to see Abby rushing over to them. His Abby. His fiancée. Who was beaming at his nemesis. And the arse was beaming back.

“Abby.” Lachlan’s voice softened, sounding intimate. “You’re looking gorgeous as usual.”

“Flatterer,” Abby said but blushed anyway.

Blushed? For Lachlan? Flynn was ten seconds away from either vomiting or rearranging the opposing team captain’s features.

“I was looking for you,” Abby told the man.

“You’ve come to your senses then and realized you could do a whole lot better than this one?” Lachlan nodded his head at Flynn.

“That’s it!” Flynn launched himself at the cocky, woman-stealing, arrogant, smarmy… Two sets of arms suddenly held him back. His cousin Matt and his brother, Harry, had obviously been on standby just in case Flynn blew—traitors.

“Rein it in.” Matt’s voice was low and calm in Flynn’s ear. “Beat him on the pitch, where it counts.”

Aye, that advice might have worked when they were kids. Now, Flynn thought it counted more to beat Lachlan in reality. And from the mocking laughter in Lachlan’s eyes, he knew exactly what Flynn was thinking.

“Behave yourself,” Abby scolded her fiancé instead of the bastard flirting with her. “I only want to talk to Lachy about the house extension.”

“He’s not working on our house.” Flynn glared at the builder.

“Don’t be such a baby,” Abby told him.

“Aye, away and grow up,” Lachlan said with a grin.

Flynn pointed a finger at his face. “No goal head start. No advantage going in whatsoever. We’re gonna wipe the pitch with your faces.”

“I don’t think so.” Lachlan’s pretty-boy features brimmed with amusement. “You’ve no’ met the rest of my team yet.” He glanced over at the changing block. “Here they come now.”

Dread pooling in Flynn’s stomach, he turned in the direction Lachlan pointed. And exploded, “Hell, no! I don’t think so!”

Because, dressed in Invertary Invaders shirts, three women walked toward the pitch. Jena Donaldson, his cousin Matt’s wife and accident-prone DIYer. And Matt’s younger twin sisters, Claire and Megan. All grinned excitedly at them.

“Don’t I look cute?” Jena rushed to her husband’s side.

Matt seemed caught between drooling over his curvy wife and expressing his annoyance. Irritation finally won out. “What the hell are you doing playing for the opposition?”

Jena pouted. “Flynn wouldn’t let girls on your team, but Lachlan didn’t mind.”

“I bet he didn’t.” Matt took a step toward the smug-faced captain of the opposing team.

Flynn smacked a restraining hand in the middle of his cousin’s chest. “Beat him on the pitch, where it counts,” he said with heavy sarcasm.