Quarterback Sneak (Red Zone Rivals, #3)

by Kandi Steiner

Piece by piece, I filled my new bedroom with the vases and paintings and stained mirrors and tchotchkes and whatever else I’d thrifted over the years. The space became more and more eclectic as I did so, and each new addition made me feel a little less dead inside. I liked surrounding myself with other peoples’ stories, liked the thought of having a piece of them in my own life — as if strangers could feel a little less lonely with just a simple connection like an old, chipped teacup.