Chapitre 9: Chapter 9

“Maybe.”

Ryan eyes the back door and shakes his head. “I don’t even watch football, but I’m pretty sure Chelsea are better than Spurs.”

He glances back in time to get a raised eyebrow and a rude snort. “Right,” Alex says, folding his arms in an unmistakable challenge—and then coming out with quite possibly the longest sentence Ryan has ever heard from him: “Thankfully, your lack of understanding of the beautiful game is none of my concern.”

And then he smiles—and if John’s smile is charming, Alex’s is worthy of a salesman.Blackberries