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.

First steps to becoming a stalker: figuring out everything I could about my girl.

“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 am not responsible for a man’s bad behavior,” I repeated obediently.

Don’t hurt me. I don’t think I can survive you.

“You could never mess us up,” Parker said, his thumb stroking my cheek as he held my face. “I wouldn’t let you. You could run, and I would run after you; you could hide, and I would find you; you could go to the other side of the fucking planet…and I would spend my entire life trying to track you down.”

“Oh, right. Just thought that creeping was part of our villain era.”

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