Free Igniting the Wild Sparks by Ren Alexander

and my lips curve into a gratifying smile. “Becks. Finn Wilder calls me Becks .”
    Finn drops his hand from the fence and with me still gripping his T-shirt, he leans closer to me until we’re nose-to-nose, his quick breath blowing across my face. “What a coincidence.” His brash smirk disappears and his fiery gaze falls to my lips.
    I desperately want to kiss him, but we aren’t alone.
    Fuck it.
    I yank on his shirt collar as my other hand flies up to his face, pulling him down to mine. Our lips readily collide, my fingers sliding into his hair, and he kisses me as if I’m the oxygen he desperately needed.
    As do I.
    From behind us, I vaguely hear whooping and hollering, mostly coming from Rod, Morgan and Val.
    Finn abruptly breaks our kiss to look out at the team on the field, and then turns back to the camera. He happily nods at me. “Oh, yeah. She’s my Becks.”
    Before I can fully comprehend what just happened, he eagerly swoops down to kiss me again.
     
     

CHAPTER 4
     
     
     
    “You’re dating our coach ?”
    “He was my boyfriend first.”
    “Finn Wilder just kissed you!”
    “How in the hell did we not know you were dating him?”
    “Does he wear boxers or briefs?”
    After our scandalous kiss, Finn told Milo to cut and then bolted, taking Ricky with him, of course. From the other side of the fence, Cara shot daggers at me. If I thought she hated me before, she definitely will not be joining my fan club any time soon.
    As soon as Finn made his escape, Shasta and Betsy, who seems to be the other office gossip, accosted me. I hadn’t realized that before since I don’t hang out with her. I thought Rod was bad, but most of his revelations are actually true, which makes me give the bit about Amos actual credence.
    Betsy essentially glares at me, while Shasta crosses her arms and snaps, “Are you serious? You’re the girlfriend you mentioned he had?”
    I look around in vain for my other half, but he’s nowhere to be found. Men. Clearing my throat, I adjust my ponytail as I indiscreetly scan the area for Rod or Morgan. “Yes.”
    Betsy offers her two cents. “And you weren’t going to tell us?”
    Dropping my arms and then crossing them, I shrug and keep aimlessly searching for help. “We didn’t think it was a big deal.”
    Putting her hands on her hips, Shasta disdainfully asks, “Where’d you two meet?” What are she and Betsy doing? Tag teaming?
    Sneaking up from behind and putting his arm around me, Rod answers, “Rehab.”
    Not helping, Rod.
    I frown sourly at him and he pats my shoulder before walking away. Facing my firing squad alone again, I say, “In the emergency room when I broke my wrist. He was there with his sister when she was sick.”
    Shasta shakes her head and irritably scowls. “Damn. I’ll have to break my wrist and scout the ER.” She could always break a hip and prowl an old folks’ home. “Maybe I’ll be able to hook a hot celebrity.”
    I roll my eyes at her outrageous statement. “He’s only a local celebrity and I didn’t hook him. He approached me.”
    Shasta’s eyes widen in disbelief. “Oh! That’s surprising.” Fuck you!
    I shoot an eyebrow up and derisively ask, “Why?”
    She shrugs with a condescending smile. “At first sight, you don’t seem like you would be his type. He’s charismatic and popular. You’re…not.”
    I have to grab the chain link to restrain myself from tearing her hair out. I say through my teeth, “He has his moments.” She has no idea what my boyfriend is really like.
    Walking back to us and laughing, Rod has Morgan in tow and they stop next to me. Rod scoffs, “Quiet? Hadley Beckett? You don’t know her as well as I do! She’s crude, rude and has a bad attitude.”
    Betsy laughs. “That’s hard to believe!” Fuck you, too!
    Rod rests his arm on top of my head , forcing me to stoop. “Don’t doubt me.”
    Shasta pouts. “You get to sleep with Finn Wilder and wake up next to him. With messy bedhead, not