Chloe wiped her palms on her knees. “That’s Jamie. The best-looking of the bunch and the only one unattached.”

My eyes darted from Jamie back to the oldest brother, Simon. I actually thought maybe Simon was the best-looking. When I said as much to Chloe, she squinted at the field for a second, then shook her head and gave me a dismissive wave. “No way. Jamie’s totally hotter. Plus, the girlfriend disqualifies Simon.”

I moved my gaze back to Jamie. He jogged away from his brothers, calling something over his shoulder with a grin, then turned and looked directly at us. Every girl on the bleachers gasped. Except me. I did not gasp. He smiled and waved.

“He’s the biggest flirt,” Chloe said.

“Then why is he untouchable?” I asked. “You said he was unattached.”

“That’s just it. He flirts, but he never asks anyone out.”

I scoffed. “Has anyone ever asked him?”

“There are rumors it’s happened.” Chloe gave her shoulders a dismissive shrug. “But I think it’s all talk. Everyone is too chicken.”

“Because he never says yes to anyone.” Steph finished her thought. “For whatever reason, he’s just . . . impossible to catch.”

“Untouchable,” Melanie said. “Completely.”

“You’re lucky,” Chloe nudged my shoulder. “They don’t live that far from you. We’re all so spread out, but you guys are almost neighbors.”

Neighbors. Interesting. I crossed my arms. No one was impossible to catch. Maybe he just hadn’t met the right girl. No. Scratch that. Maybe he hadn’t met the right woman. Not a sideline-sitting, sighing girl but a woman. Someone willing to get in the game. Figuratively and literally. I knew life wasn’t a big game of truth or dare. We weren’t in middle school. I didn’t have anything to prove. But sitting there watching Jamie warm up, I felt the tiny thrill of challenge that had driven me my whole life. I was a woman who went after the impossible. I was a woman who liked to win.

I stood. My running gear wasn’t the greatest for soccer, but it would do for one game.

“Where are you going?” Chloe asked.

“I’m going to play.”

“Play what?”

I raised my eyebrows and motioned to the field. “Soccer? It looks like they could use another player.”

Steph shook her head. “You can’t play. They get really serious about these games. Do you even . . . Have you played before?”

Ha. Yeah. A few times. “I’ve played enough. It’ll be fine. You guys can cheer for me.” I stepped off the bleachers before they could protest again and headed straight for Jamie. Untouchable? Yeah. I didn’t think so.

“Hey.” I stuck out my hand. “Lane Bishop. You need another player? I’m great midfield.” Up close, he almost did make me sigh. Dark, short hair. Clean-shaven. Dimple in his chin. Deep-set, chocolate-brown eyes.