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I climb out of the car, stride across the parking lot, then pull open the door to my future.

And slam into a solid, football-jersey-covered chest.

CHAPTER THREE

LEVI

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Boof!

I grab the tiny frame before it bounces off me, and stare down into the pair of chestnut eyes that I hoped to never see this close again.

Liar.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I ask before I can stop myself.

Kaylee rips out of my arms, her eyes turning dark as she tugs her bag back up onto her shoulder. Then straightens her outfit.

Goddamn she looks...

Don’t say it.

Do not fucking think it.

Beautiful.

She’s wearing is a pair of black leggings and a...wait a fucking minute. Over a tight white tank, she’s wearing a Hawkes zip-up jacket.

A team one.

“I’m working.”

I snort.

“Is that what you’re calling it now? Who are you fucking now, Kaylee? No one outside the team gets those jackets.”

Her face turns bright red.

I lift a brow, demanding an answer.

I’m pissed.

She’s fucking another player, and he’s clearly given her a jacket. Now I have to put up with this in my face.

“Jersey fucking chaser.” I shake my head and push past her. I left my phone in the car, otherwise I’d be doing hill sprints by now. I can’t believe she’s shown up here on the first official day of the season.

Un-fucking-believable.

And not one word of apology.

She had me right there and couldn’t drop a simplehey Levi, sorry for sucking Colby Wade's face while I was your girlfriend.

To be fair, I haven’t answered or listened to her messages. I deleted them when I was furious and then it was too late.

She gave up quickly, though.

Then the coach pulled me aside, and I needed to refocus. I knew then it was better to just walk away, despite how I felt about her. Especially when I heard she was fucking dating Wade.

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