Page 129 of Against The Rules

“Don’t worry about your mom, Sav. She’ll be fine.”

“It’s not that. If I quit now, they’ll know it was me. I can’t do it.”

“Ooh, I didn’t think about that.” Her lips smoosh together, and she’s thinking hard. It’s such a patented Presley move that I sigh and put my head on her shoulder. “Yeah… I think you should stick it out. Shit, Savannah, this blows.”

“It’s not my fave,” I say. “How are you? It’s been ages since you were here.”

She sags, and I sit up.

“I broke up with him. For good, Savannah. I’m done.”

I bite my tongue, because she doesn’t need to hear ‘I told you so’ or anything else. “Want to talk about it?” I ask.

“He’s been cheating on me. The whole time. The whole time. She came over to his apartment while I was there.” Presley shakes her head, then blows out a breath. “I don’t want to talk about it, no. That’s the relevant information.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah.”

We both stare at our hot mugs for a hot minute.

“I brought groceries, and I was planning to cook dinner tonight, but there’s an absolute shit ton of food in there. Did you get into cooking or something?”

“No…” I drag out the word, scrunching one eye closed. “It’s embarrassing.”

“What? Now I need to know.”

“Tyler hired a private chef for me. Said he didn’t think I was taking care of myself.”

“Damn.” She sticks out her lower lip and nods, clearly impressed. “I should get a football boyfriend if it means having someone else cook for me.”

“It was too much.”

“But he’s still cooking for you?”

“Well… yeah. The food’s good.”

“Can’t say I’d be complaining either. So things are going good between you two?”

“Really good,” I say, smiling despite the heaviness in my chest.

“You’re blushing, Savannah!”

“I miiiiight be in love with him.”

“A wife in love with her Vegas husband. A tale as old as time.”

“Shut up,” I tell her, laughing.

She’s not wrong, though. Well, except about the tale as old as time part. Pretty sure she’s wrong about that.

CHAPTER 57

TYLER

Three weeks later

Our new quarterback is not Daniel Harrison. I’m sick of losing, sick of his throws getting picked off before I can connect with the ball. It’s the day before the big Thanksgiving home game, and he still hasn’t fit into the team like Daniel did.

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