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I recall the first time I saw her after the bonfire: at a football party, on Alex’s arm, looking like she just stepped out of the pages of a geek girl magazine with her glasses, tight jeans, and a Walking Dead t-shirt she’d turned into some kind of halter top. It’s the bro code, not to mention the fact that Alex is the kicker and any small thing can freak them out.

Once a football player has a girl, you can’t mess with them. “Thanks for the dating advice, sis.”ĭelaney…where do I even begin with her? Sure, we met at the bonfire, but I cocked that up, and by the time I tried to find her, she was with Alex. I shake my head at her, not telling her that I practically had. “This isn’t one of your Disney shows where everything has a happily ever after.” “Apparently, she’s just a friend.” I roll my eyes. “No,” I say tersely as I start the truck and drive out of the parking lot.

Emotion slams into my chest, reminding me that she’s not the same, not even close. Raven’s eyes are turned up to me, and the light from the streetlight illuminates her sweet face. Her eyes follow as I clip it into the buckle.

“Who?” I ask, helping her with her seat belt. Someday when I’m playing in the NFL, I’ll buy something sharp, but for now, I can’t think about that. It’s seen its fair share of dings and scrapes, but it still runs like a well-oiled machine. “She’s…pretty,” Raven says as we get in my silver truck, ten-year-old Toyota I bought with my own money when I was sixteen. I let out a sigh and push my cart to the front to check out. Later,” he says, and then just like that, he’s walking off-and damn if his ass isn’t fine. My chest rises rapidly, and before I can formulate a snarky reply his sister’s voice drifts toward us from down the aisle, calling to him, and he waves back at her. “Look, you’re a great guy, and thank you for the offer of hanging out, but it’s best if we keep it simple.” I clear my throat and move closer to my cart, wrapping my hands around the handle, anchoring myself, because Maverick makes me feel like I might toss aside everything I think about football players and give him a chance. I recall the words Martha-Muffin just spoke to me: Athletes screw around-it’s what they do. I shrug, playing off my grief, but when I look back up, there’s this look on his face like he gets me…like he’s been there a million times before and. Sometimes I think she waited until I was old enough and then just let go.” I don’t know what it is about this guy, but suddenly I’m opening up to him. I’d just graduated high school when she passed from a bad heart. “Anyway, my Nana took me in and raised me. I clear my throat, easing over the awkwardness.

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