Rookie Move (Playing for Keeps, #1)

by Riley Hart

“Please?” “No.” “Baby…” I begged—and we both froze. What the shit? “I have no idea what that was.” “Umm, you’re in love with me. That’s what that was.” “Ew. Gross. Now tell me.” I swatted his ass.

“Wow…you’re going to marry my baby brother.” “No I’m not.” “And have his babies.” “Ha-ha.” “You’ll adopt a bunch of them, fill that big-ass house of yours, buy a minivan with stick figures on the back windshield.” “I hate you,” I reiterated, but Houston just laughed.

“I’m pretty sure Garrett’s wanted a minivan and ten kids with you for years.” That shouldn’t have made me smile—I didn’t even want children—but it did.