Pick Six (Seattle Phantom Football #1)

by Maggie Rawdon

He’s the last person I want to see after last night. After I almost did the stupidest thing imaginable and kissed him. I’m blaming it on some sort of post-rescue haze. There has to be some psychological term for it. White knight adoration syndrome maybe? Except Alex is no fucking white knight. He’s the villain in just about everyone’s story, even his own.

“You remember who I am right? Your best friend’s ex-wife?” “I had you first.”

“I told you; it was nice to have someone actually want me.” “I want you.” “You want me because I’m here. Not because you really want me. I’m not even your type.

frankly, I think you and Alex would have found each other again no matter what. Seeing you two together, it’s obvious. You make sense in a way you and Drew never did.” “How come no one ever says that before the wedding?” I grumble. “Most would-be brides don’t want to hear it.

“Fiancée,” I correct him. “Wife as far as I’m concerned. That paper’s just fine print. You got the ring on. You’re mine.”