Chapter 270

I’m not much into sports, but watching my boyfriends ride around in sexy outfits on the backs of beautiful horses is a real treat, particularly because Charlie seems to be enjoying himself, brown eyes shining as he watches the match.

The two teams are fairly evenly matched, with both experienced and inexperienced players (Zayd is a cutie, but he’s kind of useless, as is the security guard that got wrangled into the mix), and the score is close. I could tell that even without Alex explaining it to me.

No, it’s all there in the set of her son’s shoulders, the frown on his face, and the way his eyes lock on Tristan’s from across the field.

There might be other people out here, but they’re having a very personal and private sparring match so far as I can tell.

Tristan smirks, and the expression infuriates the prince even further, causing him to get sloppy and desperate with his moves—just like he warned Creed about during their sword fighting match. When his team