Pass Protection (Quarterback Sneak Book 3) by Natalie Brock

Author:Natalie Brock [Brock, Natalie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Young Adult Sports Romance
Publisher: Hartwood Publishing
Published: 2017-06-13T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Matthew returned to his dorm after church and was about to turn the doorknob when he noticed an oddly shaped envelope taped to the door. He pulled it off, stepped inside his apartment, and switched on the light. His brow knit when he withdrew the contents from the envelope. It looked like an arts and crafts project—an angel made out of spiral seashells. Mostly it was the outline of an angel—the head, halo, and wings, strung along a thin wire. He looked in the envelope again and saw a note on an index card. It simply said, “I like you just the way you are. Forgive me?”

He exhaled and smiled inadvertently. He didn’t need to forgive her for anything. He was the one who’d overreacted, and he knew it. He lost his temper and she didn’t deserve it. Over the years, so many people had questioned his choice to be celibate when it was nobody’s business but his own. He wished he’d never taken part in that article about the celibacy pact in high school. It wasn’t his idea, but he couldn’t get out of it. Ever since then, his sex life—or lack thereof—defined him more than his football stats. Any time he was mentioned in an article, he was labeled as the guy who took the purity vow or the vow of celibacy or whatever they wanted to call it. Reporters assumed that was more important to readers than his passing attempts, completion percentage, number of touchdowns, or anything else about him. So he was a little touchy on the subject.

He should have been the one apologizing to Brittany, not the other way around. Listening to today’s sermon about forgiveness had been the clincher, but Brit beat him to it. He reached for his phone and was about to dial her number. Instead, he clicked the off key. This conversation needed to happen in person so he could look into her eyes and tell her how much this shell angel meant to him.

When he got to her dorm room, her roommate told him she was at work. He remembered Brittany telling him the salon was on International Drive and Harbor Lane—some high-end, full-service salon with an upscale clientele. He thanked her roommate and asked her not to mention he’d been by. He wanted to surprise her.

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The afternoon was dragging and Brittany felt lethargic as she swept hair clippings from the floor. It was still pouring rain, which didn’t help Brittany’s mood. She reached inside her jeans pocket to check her phone for the twentieth time since she arrived at work. Matthew had to have seen the shell angel by now. He had to have read the note. Then why wasn’t he calling? She knew why. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out. He wasn’t moved by her gesture and he didn’t forgive her.

“Brit, we’re running low on towels.” The salon manager’s voice cut through her thoughts.

She put on a fake smile and said, “I’m on it,” as cheerfully as she could.

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