Page 1 of How to Score Off Field

And here it is.

Grady needs something.

“I should have known you asked me here so you could ask me to do something for you.” Buying me lunch? Come on now, how transparent could the guy possibly be?

“That isn’t true. I wanted to see you anyway, and this gave me the perfect excuse.” His smile is charming, so I smile back.

“What?”

“Can you grab him from the airport?”

I throw down my napkin. “Grady, no!” Leaning back, I cross my arms, pouting. “No.”

“Come on, sis. I have to work. And he’s your friend, too, you know.”

Barely.

I would not call a childhood crush and following him around like a puppy dog a friendship. The guy could barely tolerate me, his twin brother even less so. The pair went everywhere together, along with my brother and Lucas and all the other football meatheads who traveled in packs.

They ate together. They hung out together. They practiced together. All their free time was spent together. They lived and breathed for that game, and the Colters still do.

Football is in their blood.

Their daddy played, and the twins’ older brothers both play.

They’re like one of those famous football families you see on television—the kind where two brothers play on opposing teams, and the cameras always pan to the momma and daddy sitting there cheering. Or cringing.

That’s the Colters.

I never got the feeling that Drew cared as much, but nonetheless, it sounds like he’ll play professionally anyhow. Whether he likes it or not.

I sigh, nibbling at my burrito. “What time?”

“One o’clock.”

Ugh! “Honestly, could you have chosen a more inconvenient time? That’s right smack in the middle of the damn day, Grady Donahue.”

“I didn’t choose it. He did. Calm down. If you don’t wanna do it, that’s fine. I can see if Sissy Lancaster has the time.”

Sissy Lancaster?

Oh hell no.

Sissy is the best friend of Lucas’s fiancée and always has her claws in fresh meat—and even though Drew grew up around here—and even though I have no feelings for him anymore, that doesn’t mean I want Sissy Lancaster picking him up from the airport.

“You and I both know if Sissy picks him up from the airport, he’ll never be rid of her.”

That’s the truth.

“So?” My brother snorts. “He probably won’t want to be rid of her.”

Grady says it so nonchalantly—as if he wants to get stabbed with the end of my spork.

I’m not jealous. I’m not.

Like I said, I haven’t seen Drew in ages, and in that time, I’ve dated plenty of other people.

“Do you notlikeher?” he asks smugly.