Hail Mary (Red Zone Rivals, #4)

by Kandi Steiner

“Oh, I don’t know. I guess you can start with tattooing my name on your chest,” I joked. But when I looked at Leo again, his face was dead serious. “Okay.” I barked out a laugh, shoving him away playfully. “I was kidding.” “I’m not.” “You’re not getting a tattoo of my name.” “I don’t care what it is. Ink me with whatever you want.” I licked my bottom lip in amusement, folding my arms over my chest. “Do you have any tattoos?” “Not one.” “You realize they’re permanent?” “Yep.” “And that they hurt?” He sucked his teeth at that. “Come on, now — I get thrown to the ground and pummeled by three-hundred-pound defensive linemen on a regular basis.” I chewed the inside of my cheek, watching him for a sign that he was bluffing — but found nothing. “You’re really serious.” “I really am. Come on,” he said, standing and holding his hand out for mine. “Let’s do it.”