The Wrong Quarterback (The Wrong Player, #1)

by C.R. Jane

“And it kind of feels like I’m trying to live your life…and I’m messing it all up. You would have done all of this so much better than me. You would have already had a million friends. You would have been making the most of every opportunity that came your way. You would have lived so much better than what I’m doing…”

The first raindrop landed on my cheek, cold and stinging. I swiped it away, but more followed, dotting the stone, turning the gray even darker. It felt like the sky was crying with me, like it understood that today was a day of mourning. I walked away, and despite the good memories I’d been able to conjure up, it still felt like I was leaving him all alone. And that maybe…I should be in the ground with him.

“Don’t mind me,” Nat muttered across the room. “I’ll just be over here wishing it wasn’t socially unacceptable for me to pull out my vibrator right now. The two of you are HOT!”

I paused, letting out a shaky breath. “And now…now I don’t know if it’s even better for her to keep living like this. I mean, if she doesn’t want to be here anymore…should I even try to stop her?”

Lincoln Daniels was a Golden God, and possibly the only man who could rival Parker in good looks. Parker’s hand went in front of my eyes again. “Just in case,” he whispered.

“So…QB. You and your lady playing hide and go seek, and Casey just forgot the rules?” Jace asked.

“What? That’s your response to me telling you I’m keeping my soulmate in my basement?” He blinked at me like I was stupid. “As a fellow No Drama Llama member, I need to be prepared in the inevitable event that I have to bail you out. Which means my stocks need to be better.”

“You’ve owned my soul since the moment I saw you, baby,” he finally whispered in a choked voice. “I’ve just been waiting for you to realize it.”

“I should have trademarked that name while I had the chance,” Jace mused—still reading my texts. “Remind me tomorrow, after we win, to apply for Pussy Posse before that gets snatched up too.” I side-eyed him. “I most certainly will not.”

Mom: Good luck tonight, Parker. I’ll be watching it on TV with some of the nurses.