Second Down Fake (Norwalk Breakers Book 2) by Sarah Everly

Author:Sarah Everly [Everly, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-06-11T18:30:00+00:00

“You look nervous.” Noa stopped mid-aisle on his way to the front of the plane, cocking his head with a frown.

“I’m not nervous,” I grumbled, eyes flitting to the bank of clouds outside the window. “Why would you think I’m nervous?”

He shrugged, sliding into the empty seat beside me. “All the interest in Cassandra, maybe? Sending her off to the game on her own? I don’t know. Maybe you’re just scared we’re about to lose our game.”

I huffed. “Not a snowball’s chance in hell.”

“They’ll be fine, Lena and Cassandra.”

“No offense to your fiancée, Noa, but I’m not sure she’s capable of keeping Cassandra out of trouble.”

Noa grinned. “Probably not, but I like Cassandra. She keeps you on your toes.”

“I don’t exactly need someone to keep me on my toes. I have plenty of people for that.”

“And yet, you still asked her to be your girlfriend for the season. How’s Becca taking it?”

I groaned. “Not well. She wasn’t a fan of the halftime kiss.”

Becca had left a long, angry message for me after the game. And she’d had some good points. I’d dragged Cassandra into a world she knew nothing about, exposed her to the press, and asked her to sign a contract I was increasingly concerned she hadn’t even read. And while Becca didn’t come out and accuse me directly, she implied that I had taken advantage of her sister’s good nature and general sense of adventure.

I’d be lying if I said that didn’t bother me and if I didn’t share the same concerns. Maybe I should have just asked Cassandra out and accepted the consequences rather than tricking her into pretending to date me all season. Even if it didn’t feel like pretending anymore.

“Everyone’s a fan of that halftime kiss,” Noa laughed, swiping through his phone to a group message with his family. On the screen was the picture of Cassandra and me, only with added text. Over my picture, someone had typed “Me” and over Cassandra they’d put, “Tacos.”

“Charming.” I’d seen different variations of the meme and so had Coach Simmons. I received an official warning to stay out of the stands with permission to bring Cassandra to Vegas. I’d booked a hotel suite and bought enough tickets to shows to keep her out of trouble until after the game.

“You know, that whole, ‘Imma keep my head down this season,’ thing isn’t really working out for you, is it?”

I groaned. “Not even a little.”

“Do you regret it?”

I laughed. “Not even a little.”

And I meant that, too. As much trouble as Cassandra seemed to get me in, I enjoyed being with her. I enjoyed being reminded that things could just be normal. That I could relax. That I could have a little fun that wasn’t predicated on the celebrities I knew and the hotspots I hung out in.

“And you’re going to stay cool during the game, no matter what jersey she shows up in?”

I ripped my eyes away from the window with a frown. “What do you know?”

“Nothing.” Noa grinned.

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