Plain brown hair with blond highlights that could just be from the gym’s lighting hung past her shoulders, fluffing out at the ends, like she brushed it once in the morning and forgot about it. She didn’t wear any makeup that I could tell, but I never noticed those types of things. Weird that I’d start today.

Did I need to be distracted that badly?

I must’ve. I couldn’t quit watching her. She was across from me. I could cheer on my teammates while still watching her beyond the pair on the mat.

She shifted, her intelligent eyes studying the ref now. Her change in position allowed me to read her shirt. I’d rather be reading.

The corner of my mouth tipped up. A saying so at odds with her intensity. Perhaps it was true for her the rest of the day, but the way her hands clenched…no. She wanted to be here.

The match wrapped up. The two guys stood side by side until the ref came over and raised one boy’s arm. The wrestler from Billings had won that one.

The pressure was on me even more.

The girl wandered to where her team waited. The guys moved and shifted to let her through but didn’t give her any more attention than that. They were used to her presence, but she wasn’t quite one of them. She stopped by my opponent, Jason McDonough.

My eyes narrowed. Tingles of awareness traced down my spine. Had the other guys ignored her because she was with Jason?

She murmured to him. His gaze flicked across to my teammate. Jason’s and the girl’s profiles were the same. A little upturn at the end of the nose. Round cheeks that had probably been cherubic until puberty. They even crossed their arms the same.

A beat of relief had my mouth tipping up again. Siblings.

Jason nodded, his gaze growing shrewd. I knew the expression on the girl’s face. It was the same Mama used to have when she’d talk wrestling on the drive home.

The relief I’d just experienced morphed into longing. Lucky bastard. Did Jason realize how fortunate he was to have someone, a person beyond his team, who supported him?