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Pretty girls tend to make him stupid. And this one is real pretty.
“You’ve got a cute kid.” You’ve got a cute everything, is what I want to say in response.
know it’s weird to offer, but I can hold him if you wa—” “No,” I snap. “Geez.” “I mean, no, thank you. He doesn’t do well with women.” “Wonder where he got that from.”
“Oh, well that’s good. I mean, that’s not good. Or maybe it is good? Who am I to say? Goddamn, this elevator is taking forever.” She slaps a palm over her mouth, her eyes darting to Max. “I mean, gosh dang it.” That finally makes me chuckle, a small grin sliding across my lips. She softens a bit. “He does smile.”
“Maybe he should loosen up every once in a while. He’s got a cute-ass kid and an even cuter smile when he shows
“And Ace,” he calls out. “Keep your dick in your pants. We all know how fucking fertile you are, and I’m too young and too goddamn attractive for someone to be calling me Grandpa.”
“He’ll be on his hands and knees most of the time.” “As all men should be.”
“What do you say? Wanna hang out with me while your dad is working? We can watch his game and make fun of how tight his pants are.” “You’ll be watching?” “The game? Or your ass?” “Both.”
“Kai, we all have our shit. Just because we’re dealing with our own stuff, doesn’t mean I can’t hear about yours. Besides, we’re having fun trying.”
“You should rethink wishing for a boy,” Ryan cuts in. “No way in hell do we need another one of you running around.” “Love you too, brother,” Zanders adds with a smile and a middle finger.
They also didn’t look like Miller, talk like Miller, or have me wanting to flirt back with them every time they open their damn mouth.
Something weird happens to your emotions when you have a kid.” “Tell me about it.” Monty shakes his head, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger, trying to be discreet about it. “Get out of here. I need to get my shit together so I can go out there and pretend I’m a lot tougher than I actually am.”
“If you’re going to start coming to my games, I better see Rhodes on your back and I’m not talking about my brother.”
“Is this some athlete kink you got? Need to see a girl in your jersey?” The old flirty side of me that I’ve kept hidden and locked down for the most part since Max came into my life is itching to break free. I pop my shoulders. “I like to see pretty girls in my jersey. Like to take it off them too.” Miller’s lips part, a shocked and satisfied grin lifting on the corners. “Well, with that kind of promise, I’ll be sure to wear it next time.”
“You don’t look half bad yourself, Montgomery.” Understatement of the fucking year. She always looks good. In the overalls, the chef’s coat, or this sinfully tight pair of jeans. I’ve just spent our time together trying not to notice.
that what you need to hear, Miller? That I think you’re hot? Do you really need to hear me say I can’t keep my fucking eyes off you when you’re in the room, or have you finally picked up on that?”
I like watching you beat yourself up over wanting to look at me. It’s much more satisfying to know I piss you off than it would be to know I turn you on.”
“You flirting with me, Montgomery?” “Have been since we met. You gonna start flirting back?”
“Miller Montgomery, you cold, unattached woman. Get over here and cuddle with me.”
Man with ocean eyes and freckled cheeks: Ryan. Woman with those same attributes: Stevie. Tattoos and chain: Zanders And the blonde ball of sunshine: Indy.
“Because it’s her dream, and I care about her too much to not help her chase it, even if that means I won’t be there when she gets everything she’s worked for.”
“Can we forget about some of my rules? For the rest of the week while I’m here? I just want to know what it’d feel like.” “You want to know how what feels like?” “To be yours.”
“Did you just give me a forehead kiss while I’m wearing my chef’s coat?” “Mm-hmm.” “I’ve made grown men cry while wearing this coat.” “Oh, I have no doubt about that, but girl bosses need forehead kisses too.”
“C’mon, Maxie. Miller and your dad are being annoyingly happy. We single men don’t need to hear about that.”
With my name on her back and my son in her arms, Miller stands in the center of the field, looking like mine. She should be mine. Ours.
“Then you don’t know her at all if you can’t see the way she looks at you, like you’re the best damn thing to ever happen in her twenty-six years of life.”
“Do you love her?” Monty asks. “I do. Very much so.” “She might break your heart.” “I’ll love her anyway.” “I know you will.”
Monty exhales a contented sigh. “Just know that I loved her first.” I nod. “And I’ll love her always.”
“Yes,” Dean agrees. “My sister is the heartless bitch. I’m Team Kennedy, so don’t worry about that.”
