Frankie shifted beside Liam. “Speak like that about my sister again, arsehole. Go on. Do it. I’ve been looking for an excuse to throat-punch you since you came to the Cougars. I won’t even feel bad about it if it means you’re out for the season. In fact, me and my brothers would throw a fucking party. So go on, just do it again.”

“Fuck off,” Darius said, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away.

“I’m back,” Mia said, coming into the room with a tray. “I grabbed us some coffee and there was a cheesecake in the kitchen—”

Darius paled and Liam grinned. Maybe Mia would be...