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“She is cute as fuck,” West offers, standing up from his chair and patting my shoulder empathetically as he downs half his beer.
Slowly, I grab the front of West’s shirt with my fist. “Yes she is. And if you go anywhere near the mother of my future children I’ll have no choice but to make your life extremely painful.”
All three of them are staring at me like they don’t recognize me.
I don’t recognize myself, come to think of it.
West finds the humor in the situation, as always. He holds his hands up like I’m an old-time bank robber. “Did you just say mother of your future children? Fuck. This is bad.”
“Chief.” Jake takes my fist and unclenches it. “We’re going to need him in one piece on Saturday. And we’re going to need our quarterback to not get kicked off the team.” He looks concerned.
I’m concerned. I’m very concerned.
“Dude,” West says, with actual seriousness in his tone, “You definitely can’t even think about saying ‘mother of my future children’ to anyone outside this room. Ever.”
I rub my hand across my jaw. “Fuck. You’re right.”
“You need a distraction,” West says. “We’ll find you someone else. To tide you over. To keep your eye on the ball. Literally.”
I don’t want to be tided over. I want the real thing.
My mind is racing. How do I throw this pass without getting sacked? How do I make the girl of my dreams mine without fucking up my entire career?
“Wait a minute,” says West. “You saw this girl once, said one word to her and now she’s the mother of your future children?” He laughs. “That doesn’t make any sense.”
“I know that,” I growl.
I do know that. Things like that don’t happen.
The first time I saw your mother, I knew she was the one. There she was, standing in her own spotlight like she was made for me, just as pretty as anything I’d ever seen. She was absolute perfection. I knew nothing could ever compare. She ruined me for anyone else from that very first time.
I shove the thought out of my mind. So what. My parents fell in love within the first five minutes of meeting each other. It doesn’t mean it can—or has—happened to me.
Gabriel’s right. I need to focus on football. I need to put the girl out of my head.
Unfortunately, she’s the only thing in my head. That stunning vision of her with her bright smile and the face of an angel. Not to mention the sweet little body that’s threatening to resurrect the raging hard-on that suddenly has a mind of its own.
“What do you say we give the freshman party a miss,” suggests Gabriel darkly.
“You can do whatever you want, Einstein.” I finish my beer, thumping the empty bottle on the table. “I’m going. Jake? West?”
Jake is contemplative. “Obviously, the coach’s daughter is off the table. Our plan of attack is to find you someone who can take your mind off her. We’ll go to the party, scout out the freshman girls and you’ll take your pick. Thirty-five thousand people go to this university and a quarter of them are freshmen, half of which are women. That leaves…”
“Four thousand three hundred and seventy-five,” Gabriel finishes for him.
“Exactly,” Jake confirms. “And that’s just the freshmen. No doubt there will also be sophomores and upperclassmen there. Our mission is to find someone to distract you from Zara Fox.”
Damn it. Just the sound of her name makes my blood run hotter.
West grabs his jacket. “This shouldn’t be hard. Any one of the entire freshman class would kill to get up close and personal with the dreamy star quarterback.”
“Fuck off, West,” the three of us say in unison.
Gabriel shakes his head and they follow me out the door.
5
Earlier in the day…
