Play Along (Windy City, #4)

by Liz Tomforde

Reese and Glen share a laugh. Glad someone finds this funny.

“I don’t know why you’re being so dramatic, Kennedy.” Connor sits forward, arms crossed over the table. I hold my hand up to stop him. “There’s really no need for us to hear your opinion right now.”

Some of those guys played in college and really had a chance at going pro if they didn’t injure themselves. That’s what happened to me. I blew out my knee freshman year.”

Run.