Yeah, sure. Anyway—how’d the date go, Cam?
Callum
Another one?
Cameron
How did you even find out?
Finn
Fallon told me.
Cameron
Well, more of the same. She ordered a £100 steak, told me she was “basically vegan,” and spent the rest of the night texting her ex.
Wade
Classy. Did she at least enjoy the steak?
Cameron
She sent it back. Twice.
Finn
Lad, at this point, you’re not dating—you’re stress-testing restaurants.
Archie
Maybe that can be your retirement gig. Restaurant critic.
Cameron
I’ll keep that in mind.
Chapter 13
"Don’t you understand we need to kiss to break the curse?"
Archie
The smell of fresh-cut grass hits me. The sun is way too bright for this early in the morning, and Finn has already launched a ball at my head before I’ve even stepped on the pitch.
Yep. We’re back.
“Morning to you too,” I mutter, catching the rebound and launching it straight back at him.
“Just testing your reflexes, lad!” He grins, already jogging backward with that infuriating Irish energy I’ve never understood and probably never will. “Can’t have our number one keeper getting all rusty and soft.”
“I’m not rusty,” I grumble. “Just wasn’t expecting an aerial assault before nine a.m.”
Millie is perched on the sidelines, filming our warm-ups for social media and occasionally shouting things like “give me something viral!” which earns her a chorus of groans from the lads.
“Careful,” Callum says, adjusting his socks. “She’s fired up today.” Despite his words, I see the way he looks at her. And as scary as it is, Grumpy Cal has clearly found his match.
“Aw. Don’t be like that, Cam,” Finn says, slapping his back. “Maybe this is how you’ll finally meet your future wife.”