Between the Pipes (Offsides #3)

by J.J. Mulder

spending the day with Anthony Lawson’s rugged good-looks slapping me in the face every time I turned around, Brad is a bit of a letdown. He looks like he needs to be put back in the oven to cook some more.

“No offense, but you can do better than Brad.” He shoots me another look before focusing back on the road. I don’t take my eyes off of him, enjoying the play of the streetlights as they flash over his face. “Oh? You weren’t impressed?” “He was kind of…pasty. Maybe it was just the yellow shirt, but there was a definite air of uncooked pasta.”

Good morning! Coffee sounds great. Where are you going to stop? Might change my order depending on the place. LOL just kidding, I’ll take a chai tea latte, 2.5 pumps of vanilla syrup, oat milk if they have it otherwise almond is fine. Coach Mackenzie just does a black coffee. Like his soul. That was a joke. Don’t tell him I said that.

“Just eager to spend more time with me, then?” I get nothing more than a contemptuous look for that. It’s kind of sexy.