on September 7th, 2017
Genres: Sports Romance
People say not to believe the things you read in magazines, but you know what? Most things you’ve heard about me are probably true.
I totally banged the reporter in the locker room after the championship game last year.
Those pictures in Expose from last summer? Those were not modified.
I’m also not really six-foot tall. (But let’s keep that between us.)
Now, I know you’re wondering about that last Expose headline—the one about me and my teammate (and ex-best friend) Finn Miller’s sister, Layla James. That one is a little more complicated.
Here’s the thing: I’ve played football my whole life. If there’s one thing I know, it’s how to adjust when the game changes. And if there’s one thing I always do, it’s find a way to win.
Granted, the stakes are higher. The playbook has changed. There’s more on the line than (another) MVP title. But guess what hasn’t changed? Me. I’m still Branch “Lucky” Best and I’m not about to fumble this one.
Grab a seat and a subscription to Expose. I’m about to make some headlines. (Again.)
“One question,” Poppy interjects, looking at Branch. “What position are you?”“I typically like the bottom so I can watch—oomph,” he says, getting another elbow from Finn. “Wide receiver. Why?”Looking at Poppy, I can’t help but laugh as her eyes light up.“You got a problem with wide receivers?” Branch asks.“You do,” Finn interjects, giving me a narrowed glare. “They aren’t any better than quarterbacks.”Branch looks from me, to Finn, and back to me. “Why do we not like quarterbacks?”“My sister was dating Callum Worthington.”“No shit?”
His face puckers like he just bit into a lemon. “How in the hell did that cocksucker end up with you?”“He didn’t. We’re not together anymore.”Branch’s eyes heat, the look causing my pulse to quicken. “I’m not a bit sorry to hear that.”“You better forget you heard any of that,” Finn warns. “This is my sister, Branch. Not a cheerleader or reporter or some chick from a dating app. Got it?”“Finn, relax,” I say, shoving a swallow past the lump in my throat.“I appreciate the big brother spiel, but I can handle myself.”“I know you can,” he says, pulling his gaze away from Branch.“But you can’t handle him.”
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