Page 42 of How to Score Off Field

She giggles, shaking her head. “Not yet, but I’ve heard so many things about you.”

I’ll just bet she has, and they are, in no particular order:

1.I have a famous family

2.My father was inducted into the Football Hall of Fame

3.My brothers are rich and play football

4.My twin plays football

5.I play football

6.My twin will probably play professional football

7.I will probably play professional football

There’s no possible way she could have heard anything else, certainly nothing personal, as if my public persona were the only things that matter knowing.

Unfortunately for Sissy, she is only one of many who have tried hard—and failed—to impress me.

I could give a shit if she’s pretty.

I did not come home to be inundated with women like her, not in my backyard, where most people know me—the real me—and know better than to fangirl.

I channel my twin brother, who’s always been better at feigning off clingers-on than I am. I’m always too nice, and too polite, and worry too much about what people think.

But tonight, I’m not in the mood.

Not with Tess looking on with those wide doe eyes and pink metallic cowboy boots.

“So many things?” I tilt my head. “Like what?”

For real, tell me all about myself.

“I just heard you’re super good at football.”

I snort. “Okay.”

Sissy reaches forward to do that thing girls do when they think flirting and touching will have you melting at their feet and chasing after them simply because she giggled and ran a nail down your arm.

I pull away, stuffing my hand in my pocket. “It was nice meeting you. I’m gonna grab another drink.”

The three of them are left staring after me, and I let out a puff of air. Holy shit, I can’t believe I just did that! It felt so rude!

“Sorry about her.” Tess sidles up to me and sets her perspiring cocktail glass on the bar top. “She’s always like that.”

Yeah, she seems like the type.

I nod. “S’fine.”

“Are you having fun?”

“I think so.”

That makes her laugh. “You think so?”

“Yes,” I amend. “I’m having fun. Lucas looks happy, and his bride seems cool.”

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