His Beautiful Game (Lanark Soccer Club #1)

Chapter One

"W

The Captain

Tess

here the hell did I put the ice pack?"

There's only eleven minutes before kickoff. It was

in my hand literally ninety seconds ago. Did it teleport

to a different dimension? I'm on my knees behind the treatment

bench, looking in the same freaking spot for the fifth time like it's

just going to magically appear.

"You good?" Layla asks skeptically from her perch on the edge

of the equipment table, sorting shin guards into pairs.

"Spectacular!" I beam at her. "Just doing a little inventory

check."

She gives me a look that suggests she's not buying it, then

decides she has better things to do than audit my organizational

skills, and goes back to counting.