Quitting the Quarterback Excerpt

She leans in a little. “Are you saying you won’t be sleeping tonight?”

“Depends.” My eyes meet her gaze, and she’s looking at me with something I’ve seen before—something that tells me exactly how the rest of this conversation is going to go.

“On what?” she asks—rather predictably—as she takes a sip of her margarita.

“On whether you’re coming back to my hotel with me.”

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