The Wrong Quarterback (The Wrong Player, #1)

by C.R. Jane

Grief is like that, I guess. You think the world should stop, should fall apart with you, but it doesn’t. It keeps going. And you’re left standing in the middle of it, feeling hollow, watching everything move on like the person you loved wasn’t the very center of it all.

“When I find the girl of my dreams, you can bet your exquisite ass I’m going to find out everything I can about her.”

“I wanted you from the moment I saw you. I couldn’t get you out of my head.”

“You are not responsible for a man’s bad behavior, Casey. Now repeat that for me, right the fuck now.”