His Game series, the rules of the game no one knew they’d have to play are
blurring, and when the past becomes the opposing team, hearts aren’t the only
thing at stake of being lost…
phone wasn’t in Everleigh White’s five year plan. Neither was moving back to
Los Angeles, the city of dreams that never managed to make hers come true.
There’s only so many years you can be in love with your best friend before you
realize he’s never going to love you back, after all. If only her ex would stop
showing up at the gym where she works, she’d be much happier.
Vipers’ wide receiver, imagined his life going, but when his ex-girlfriend
tricked him into parenthood, he accepted it. Eventually. Now, with his ex on
the verge of being released from prison, he’s holding onto full custody of his
seven year old son, Leo. Football and Leo have left Reid no time for dating…
Until Everleigh comes back.
loved her. She left before he could tell her. Now she’s back in front of him,
and he’s not letting go. Even if all he gets is her friendship again. But in a
city like L.A., dreams come true when you’re least expecting it.
explanations, their hesitant and building relationship is threatened at every
corner. They’re at serious risk of being intercepted by the past, and that’s a
ball Reid is determined to catch.
realizes he can’t catch every ball, no matter how perfectly it’s thrown to him.
This time a fumble could cost more than a few points.
series and can be read as a standalone, although it is advised to read
BLINDSIDED and SIDELINED before, in this order.)
“Why’d you leave, Ev?” I ask her quietly, sitting forward. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why’d you ignore me?”
“I didn’t want to,” she whispers. “But I had to. It was easier for me.”
“Not for me!”
“I know!” Her eyes snap to mine and she twists her whole body to face me. “But I couldn’t say goodbye to you, Reid. It would have hurt me too much to do that. And it was pathetic and childish, but there. It was easier to run without thinking of you as long as it meant I didn’t hurt even more.”
Stupid, stupid girl.
I reach over and rest my hand against the side of her face. Tears are shining in her bright-blue eyes, making them gleam even more brightly. When one drips over her lower lid and onto her cheek, I catch it with my thumb and wipe it away.
I move along the sofa, closing the distance between our bodies, and pull her face toward me. “Don’t cry, Ev,” I whisper just before I lean in and cover her mouth with mine.
She draws a breath in through her nose, but she doesn’t push me away. She wraps her hand around my wrist at the side of her face and moves in toward the kiss.
Her lips are soft and sweet, and if the way I’m kissing her is half as tender as she feels, then dammit, I’m fucking screwed.
“I didn’t hate you for leaving,” I say in a low voice, threading my fingers into her long hair. “I didn’t hate you at all. I was fucking mad because you left before I could do that.”