The Crush (The Wolves: A Football Dynasty, #3)

by Karla Sorensen

I did it because it made her smile, and I liked it when she did that.

Emmett’s sweat probably smelled like sex and a grove of pine trees.

It was impossible to force someone to make you a priority. It was impossible to make someone feel the same way you did. And it was impossible to force the stars to align when the timing wasn’t right.

“Go inside, Adaline, unless you want them to see this.”