Page 65 of Hart Breaker

“One last thing; I’m gonna find out who Boone has design all Lily’s little clothes, and when this thing goes public, I want you to be the only other girl, besides my mom and Jillian, who wears number thirteen because it means something to me. Custom stuff no other person can get their hands on.”

The thought of that sends a chill up my spine, and I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

“You’re crazy.”

“I told you we’re going to be epic.”

“You said unstoppable,” I correct him.

“We’re going to be all those things.”

BACK TO BV

Hudson

Bruised balls be damned, I’m feeling like a million bucks.

“You’re in love,” Jillian says as I glance down at my screen and see Riley’s last reply come through.

Riley Mae Brooks:

You don’t have to check in with me; I’m not your mom.

This was in response to me letting her know I made it back.

Me:

Check this. I want you to know where I am.

Riley Mae Brooks:

Why?

Me:

Good question. Just wanted to. But it could be deeper than that. I’ll mull that over and let you know when I figure it out.

Riley Mae Brooks:

Go to sleep.

Me:

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My phone clatters against the floor, and I somehow catch myself before faceplanting on the stairs.

“Are you okay?” Jilian asks through hysterical laughter.

I turn and plant my ass on the step, and Nour hands me my phone, chuckling.

“Same guy who caught a one-handed pass midair to win against Vegas. Where was the media coverage for that play?”

“Not to worry,” Rome yawns out, and I get an airdrop notification.

I watch the damn video of my little fumble and shake my head as I push off the stairs to stand. “Nice to know you’re always watching.”

“Gotta keep you humble.” He chuckles.

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