100 Lifetimes of Us (The Romantics #1)

by Maggie C. Gates

“Annie?” The three of us looked over and spotted a large posse exiting the yoga studio next door. A blonde broke free from the mass of exquisite male bodies. I shoved my plate into Ophelia’s hands. “Wren! Hey!” Wren Porter was an interior designer who used to be a cheerleader for the Rhode Island Red Cocks pro football team. She was a frequent customer at the shop, and only knew me as Annie. But if anyone could understand the double life I led, it was her. She and her now-fiancé had been all over the news when he careened off the field and accidentally tackled her during a preseason game. And speak of the handsome devil. T.J. Bryant Jr. loomed over her, a wall of muscle. Wren’s blonde ponytail was limp, stray strands sticking to her sweat-soaked face. “We were just about to pop into the shop. Are you leaving?” “I was just stepping out for some fresh air.” I eyed their exhausted crew. The Red Cocks' quarterback, Gideon Carmichael, stood next to his left tackle, Theo Jackson. Seth McBride, the backup receiver, was pushing damp hair out of his eyes. “Hello, handsome,” Ophelia mumbled under her breath. Seth, who had been looking like he was about to fall over, eyed her up and down like a man starved. The rest of the class exiting the yoga studio had thinned out. “What, uh—what are you guys up to today?” I asked. “Mandatory fun,” Wren chirped with a breezy smile on her face. She was the only one who didn’t look half-dead. “More like mandatory torture,” T.J. groaned. Gideon tipp...