Page 105 of The Wrong Quarterback

I had to look away for a second because the combined effect of the two of them was too much for me.

There should be a worldwide revolt, where all the men on Earth send in complaints to whatever gods had created them…because they’d definitely gotten cheated.

Walker had messy brown hair and intense blue eyes that were just a shade darker than Parker’s. I understood now where hisDisneynickname had come from. He looked just like a Disney prince.

His beauty was intimidating because it also meant that Parker was going to get even better looking…which I hadn’t thought was possible.

“Are you going to introduce me?” Walker asked, winking at me.

“Hey, no winking,” Parker snapped, covering my eyes again. I sighed as I pushed his hand away and saw that Walker’s lips were curled up in amusement.

“Olivia loves when I wink,” Walker commented.

“Does Lincoln?” Parker smirked. Walker sighed and rolled his eyes.

Another player skated up, stopping suddenly and spraying ice all over Walker.

“Whoops,” the new guy said, grinning as he nodded at Parker. “What’s up, Little Davis?” He was also freaking gorgeous, with dark black hair and glimmering, mischievous green eyes.

“Living the dream, Lancaster,” Parker replied, obviously at ease with this guy too.

My eyes widened when I realized this was Ari, one of Walker’s best friends. Parker had told me all about Walker’s buddies and how they were in something called “the Circle of Trust.”

I’d asked him what that was, and he said nobody knew. I guess I was never going to find out, because I wasn’t sure I could form normal words around these guys.

“Is Disney over here simping again?” Ari asked with a sigh. “Because he’s been insufferable. Ever since Golden God over there scored his last goal.”

“My brother is always simping after Linc,” Parker said. “I’m surprised Olivia isn’t jealous.”

Walker rolled his eyes at Ari’s comment, and it looked so similar to how I’d seen Parker react to Jace that I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Sorry, I have taste,” Walker drawled, glancing at me again. “Don’t believe anything they say about me. It’s all lies.”

A third player arrived then, and it was definitely obvious not only who it was, but why Walker was his simp.

Lincoln DanielswasaGolden God, and possibly the only man who could rival Parker in good looks.

Parker’s hand went in front of my eyes again.

“Just in case,” he whispered.

The buzzer sounded before I could say anything else.

The game was insane. It was a different kind of rush from Parker’s football games—the tension building with every second, every shot on goal, every collision that sent players flying into the boards. There was also the fact that they hit each other. Two legit fist fights broke out in the first period alone. That almost never happened in other sports.

The crowd was relentless, too—chants, clapping, the whole arena practically buzzing as the clock wound down. The game was tied until the last few minutes, but then the Knights surged, each play faster, more aggressive, until, with just seconds left, a defenseman, Camden James, ended up scoring—a position that Parker explained didn’t score that often.

The final buzzer sounded, and the place exploded. Walker’s teammates piled onto Camden, a mess of sticks, pads, and shouting.

“What did you think?” Parker asked as we made our way down the tunnel where we would meet up with Walker and his wife for a bit before we began our three-hour drive back to campus.

“It was amazing,” I told him, and he frowned.

“But not as good as one of my football games, right?” he asked, a hint of a frantic whine in his voice.

I grinned. “Not even close,” I told him, even though it was a little bit of a lie. Hockey was pretty awesome.

Once by the locker room, Parker introduced me to Walker’s wife, Olivia, and I almost fainted when I realized that she was the super famouspop starOlivia that I’d been listening to for years. The one that had been placed in a conservatorship and whose songs made me cry.

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