Scoring With Him (Men of Summer, #1)

by Lauren Blakely

“Grant Blackwood,” I say. “I’m looking forward to playing with you.” And I cringe.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I’m here to say this—it is seriously hard sometimes being a queer dude on a sports team, even if everyone’s cool with queer dudes in pro sports.

This is awesome. I love meeting a player I look up to and making a complete fool of myself.

Fisher stops when he spots us, parks his hands on his hips, shakes his head in exasperation . . . Then laughs his ass off. I might look like an utter dipshit, but I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my life.

His eyes glint, and, holy hell, I am in for a world of trouble with him. The flirt is strong in this one.

Doesn’t matter how much you practice or how many hours you’ve put in. The goal isn’t to check off time on a box. The end game is doing it till you get it right.”

I’m already pumped. I’m a Labrador who’s downed two espressos. I’m wired like it’s the playoffs.

Grant Blackwood is my undoing because he gets me. He understands me. He gives more of himself to me than anyone ever has.