Can't Buy Me Love (Sinclair Sisters 3)

“About your women problems.”

“It’s what guys do.”

“Since when? We deal with our women problems the same way we deal with everything else—a six-pack of beer, pizza, and a football game. After you’ve shouted at the idiots on the field for ninety minutes, everything’s fine again. Do you want to go watch a game?”

“No.” Well… “Depends on who’s playing.”

Flynn grinned as he slapped Logan on the back. “Congratulations, you still have your balls.”

They watched the practice play out in front of them for a few minutes, interrupted now and then by Flynn shouting orders at random players and sometimes at the referee. Seeing as the ref was his nine-year-old daughter, she often shouted back. Neither Logan nor the players questioned having such a young referee. It was well known that Katy Boyle knew more about football than everyone in Invertary, except her dad.

“I thought she’d have called by now,” Logan said, because he couldn’t leave the topic alone. No, he just had to keep picking at the scab until it bled.

“Maybe she’s busy,” Flynn said.

“There have been more jewelry thefts at the hotel, just cheap plastic stuff, but she didn’t even call me about those.”

“See? Busy. Dealing with thieves and Dougal.”

“She isn’t busy. She’s avoiding me and I don’t understand why. We have explosive chemistry. The kind that doesn’t come along every day. So what if I have kids? They’re mine to worry about. I’ve told her we could keep it on the down-low. I’ve told her we could have any kind of relationship she wants. I don’t see what the problem is.”

“Sorry, you lost me there for a minute,” Flynn said. “I was too busy watching that tackle your Drew made—the boy has skills. What were we talking about? Oh, aye, you want sex and Agnes doesn’t. Move on. Don’t waste your time.”

Logan frowned at him. “Is that what you did when Abby had second thoughts about your relationship?”

“You have to actually be in a relationship to have second thoughts about it,” Flynn said. “A couple of snogging sessions does not a relationship make.” He grinned. “That sounded like Yoda. He was wise. You should listen to him. I mean, me.” He took a deep breath and shouted, “Robby, pass the bloody ball.”

“She’s driving me crazy.” Logan stamped his feet to get some warmth into them. The football fields were beside the loch, on the edge of town and, for some reason, it always seemed colder there than anywhere else in Invertary.

“They’re designed to do that,” Flynn said.

“The first woman I’ve been seriously interested in since my ex-wife, and she’s as skittish as a horse who doesn’t like being ridden.”

Flynn turned to look at him, his overgrown hair flopping into his eyes. “You really need to work on your similes.”

“Should footballers even use words like simile? And you know what I mean anyway,” Logan grumbled.

“Aye, you’re horny, and Agnes finds you painfully resistible.”

“That’s it. I’m going to talk to Josh—he has to be better than this.” He turned to stalk off, but Flynn grabbed his jacket and yanked him back.

“I’ll be serious,” he said.

“Is that even possible?”

“Sadly, aye.” Flynn frowned at the field. “Wait a minute. Ref,” he shouted, “that was a foul.”

“No, it wasn’t.” Katy put her hands on the hips of her luminous pink strip and glared at her dad.

“It was a total foul,” Flynn argued.

“I’m the referee,” Katy shouted, “and you’re the coach. You let me do my job, and I’ll let you do yours.”

“I’m pulling you as referee if you don’t call all the fouls.”

“And I’ll tell Mum you’re hiding orphaned baby mice in the garage.”