All Lined Up by Cora Carmack

Author:Cora Carmack [Carmack, Cora]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Romance, New Adult, Contemporary, Coming of Age, Sports, Contemporary Women
ISBN: 9780062326218
Google: vieSAgAAQBAJ
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Goodreads: 18599908
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2014-05-12T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Carson

I take the coldest, fastest shower that I can manage, and I run plays in my head to keep from thinking about the girl just on the other side of the wall. I’m pissed at myself for not taking my phone on my run. I damn near missed her completely because I’m too insecure to take a night off.

I’m getting better. That much is for sure. I’ve had three sessions now with Torres and Brookes, and I’m finally starting to see the payoff of the hours I’m putting in. The receivers are jokers too, which makes the time fly by. Unlike a lot of the crap I hear on the field and in the locker room, their jokes are genuinely funny. Most of the time.

But while I’m getting better, so is Abrams. Maybe it’s being back under the demanding eyes of Coach Cole or maybe he’s just got his head on a little straighter after having played for a year. Either way, I’m losing ground as fast as I gain it, which means there’s no time to take it easy.

The cold shower means there’s no steam to fog up the mirror, and I have to look myself in the eye during that last thought, knowing that spending time with Dallas sure as hell falls into the category of taking it easy.

But she’s too damn hard to resist.

I pull on a pair of clean jeans and a gray T-shirt instead of the sweats I would normally don for the night. She’s dressed for a party in dark, slim jeans, a tiny leather jacket, and a long green shirt that matches her eyes.

I take a second to collect my thoughts before I leave my room, but all my thoughts about her are stubbornly polarized. I want to be the friend she’s asked me to be. I want to convince her we can be more. I want to run in the other direction. So I push all those things aside and just decide to do whatever feels right.

As I walk into the living room, she’s sitting sideways on my couch, my playbook resting on her knees, chewing on her thumbnail as she surveys the page.

“I thought this was a football-free zone,” I said.

She jumps and practically throws the thing off her lap. Then, with a little more composure, she says, “I was bored.”

“And that was the best snooping you could do?”

“I wasn’t snooping. I was just mildly curious to see how Dad has changed things up.”

I pick up the playbook and sit beside her, resting one of my elbows on top of her knees.

“You know you could ask him if you really wanted to know.”

She dons a look of horror. “I said mildly. If I mentioned it to Dad, he would talk my ears off for hours.”

I pick up the book, full of combinations and variations that I’m busting my ass to memorize should I ever actually get a shot to play. “So you can actually make sense of this?”

She scowls. “I’ll have you know, I knew that thing backward and forward when I used to help .

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