Liam turned his head.
A woman was standing a few feet to his left, arms loosely crossed, watching him with the kind of expression that said she'd been there long enough to have an opinion.
She wasn't what he'd expected.
She was beautiful. Actually beautiful. The kind that made you look twice without meaning to.
Her hair was dark, pulled back in a sleek ponytail that fell halfway down her back. Her skin was smooth, lightly tanned, her face sharp in all the right places. High cheekbones. Full lips pulled into a small, knowing smile. Eyes that were watching him a little too closely.
She was wearing a bright pink sports bra, tight across her chest, the neckline cutting low enough to show the curve of her boobs pressing against the fabric with every breath.
The material was thin, almost sheer in the light, and her nipples were faintly visible through it. Her leggings matched, the same bright pink, sitting high on her waist and clinging to every line of her hips, thighs, and ass.
