The Perfect Play (Play-by-Play #1)

"You love me."
"Yes, I do. Now let me come.

Granted, physical attraction is what gets you in the door. But there has to be something beyond that to want to keep you there.

Heaven. I love the way you fit inside me.

I'd love another kid like Nathan. Or maybe a little girl like you.

If he licked her there, she'd rob a bank for him.

When she felt his tongue glide across her throat, she quivered all over. Mick tightensed his hold on her, and the bastard did it again.

I love you, asshole."
Then Gavin laughed. "Right back at you, dickhead.

I love you. I've missed you. I've been so stupid.

I'm an alcoholic, Tara.

I missed you.

I'm scared Gavin. What if I can't do this?

I'm the lucky one, Tara. I have you; I have Nathan. I have the perfect life. Thank you.

I thought a lot about kissing you.

I want to play football for as long as my body will let me, and for as long as I can do a good job at it. And I want a wife. A son. Maybe another kid.

Just thought he might want to see me play.

Mick hadn’t become the NFL’S leading quarterback by lying back and playing dead.

Mom, I don't care if you're dating the guy who picks up our garbage, as long as he's nice to you.

Ready-made family, huh?

She does love me. She's scared.

She's important to me. What you think-or want- isn't. I love her. And if I lose her over this, you'll regret it.

Then kiss me.

Then quit sitting here like a whiny pussy and go do something about it.

We fit. Perfectly.

You dance really well.”

“I took ballet lessons.”

She tilted her head back to search his face, certain he was joking. “You did not.”

“I did. Several of us on the team did. Good for coordination.”

Resisting the laugh that bubbled up in her throat, she said, “Somehow I can’t picture you in tights and a tutu.”

But he did laugh. “We made sure no one with a camera got within miles of the studio.

You put your life on hold for me. And really, I get that. I appreciate that. But I'm not a baby anymore. Let go, Mom.