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HALFTIME HEARTBREAKER
Connor Morgan is all grown up.
Like father, like son - Connor's reputation as the Heartbreaker of Chicago North High follows him to Chicago North University, but there's one line he swore he'd never cross...
Dana Kirby. The girl next door. His father's best friend's daughter. His best friends' sister.
Completely off-limits in every way.
Dana begins her freshman year determined to live new experiences. New style, new friends. A whole new Dana.
There's one piece of herself she wants to leave behind for good, and there's only one man in the world she trusts to give it to.
Dear Heartbreaker, I want you to be my first.
For my family.
Every last crazy one of them.
CHAPTER 1
CONNOR
The Start of Their Freshman Year
“Hey, Heartbreaker, stop gawking at my sister.”
I snap out of it, but my eyes don’t stray far from Dana’s legs.
She… never wears sundresses.
“I’m not,” I say, adjusting the football in my palm before throwing it back across the lawn.
Alex catches it. “Better not be.”
He gives me a scolding eye before tossing the ball. Still, my gaze targets Dana again outside of their father’s car on the street. Her blonde hair travels the full length of her back, stopping just before her wrists hanging by her sides. Her dress is yellow and short, her exposed legs smooth and sun-kissed and—she’s looking at me.
She’s looking at me, looking at her.
I wave at them as her parents exit the car. “Go long, Mr. Kirby!” I shout, readying the ball.
He hops backward into the empty suburban street. I throw, putting some heat behind it. John Kirby, retired football royalty, doesn’t need me to go easy on him.
The ball sails into his open hands. “Good arm, Connor,” he says, impressed.
“Good enough to be scout quarterback?” I ask.
He chuckles as he throws it back to me, hitting me with as much force as I hit him. “Don’t see why not.” He sniffs the air. “Your dad out back?”
“At the grill last I saw,” I say.
He grimaces. “Better get back there before he burns my steak.”
I laugh and bow my head to the ladies. “Hi, Dr. Kirby. Dana.”
“Hey,” Dana says, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Good evening, Connor,” Dr. Rose Kirby says, her own blonde locks fixed in place in a casual ponytail. “Alex.”
