The Wrong Quarterback (The Wrong Player, #1)

by C.R. Jane

The Davis family had a curse. Or at least they liked to think that they did. Our male family members tended to be one look and that’s all kind of people. When they found “the one,” that was it. I hadn’t believed that it was true—it couldn’t be true. Holy shit. It couldn’t be true…

I had to look at her again. Like she had a magnet attached to her head, my gaze went to hers.

“You don’t get to regret this. You don’t get to regret me. I’ll let you run tonight, but get ready for me, baby. It’s go time tomorrow. You let me taste you. There’s no ending to this story where I don’t get it all.” I gaped at him, because he sounded so serious. “I’m still—I literally just broke up with someone.” “Bullshit. You and I both know this was inevitable, the kind of inevitable that gets tattooed on your skin until the day you die. I’m not going to be your rebound, Casey Larsen. I’m your end game.”

“Everyone’s going to be looking,” I said quietly, and he grinned back at me over his shoulder. “That’s what I’m counting on, Casey,” he responded.