Shenanigans (Brooklyn, #6; Brooklyn Bruisers, #9)

by Sarina Bowen

The silly nickname was an intentional ploy to distract her. I’ve been ordered to never call her “doll.” That’s how we met, actually. I mistook her for a member of the training staff, and casually called her doll, which is admittedly a patronizing name. And she ripped me a new one. Fun times.

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“Neil, there are two kinds of people in the world—the kind who eat their feelings, and the kind whose feelings eat them. I think I’m the latter.”

Everyone thinks that professional athletes are well paid. That’s really only true if you’re a man.

“Do not ever refer to a hardworking athlete as a bitch. Or any woman. Especially not my wife.”

I’m going to stay with Neil and save up some money so I can scrape off my awful family and live in a nicer apartment.

She’s pretty naive if she thinks she’s going to scrape off her family.

I’ve been an afterthought my whole life. Just once I’d like to be somebody’s first choice.

“You’re someone I could love, Charli! But you make it impossible by hiding yourself from me.”

I crumple the note in my hand, like the sore loser Charli accused me of being, and I throw it into the trash bin. Then I fish it out and recycle it, because even when my heart is breaking, I still care about the planet.

God, I love her. I really do love her. That’s going to scare the crap out of her when I admit it.

“Our marriage actually gave me everything I wanted, because it brought you all the way into my life. That’s what I needed. And I’m so damn sorry I was too dumb to own that before.”