extended up to his calves. His khaki shorts matched perfectly with the obnoxious socks and plain white tee. I wouldn’t have even tried to approach if it wasn’t for the fact that he was wearing a Seahawks hat.
I walked casually towards the pair, and right when I was about to pass, I paused and looked curiously at the man. “Oh, you’re a Seahawks fan are you?”
The man threw me a sharp glare. “Yeah, what’s it to you?”
“One of my favorite teams.” I smiled and tilted my glasses off of my eyes. “Was hoping that I could get a spot with them in the next couple years.”
“Holy shit,” the man laughed. “You’re the fuckin’ Wrecker.” He held out his hand for a shake.
I was in.
“That would be me,” I said and patted the man on the shoulder as I shook his hand. “And if I ever make it to the Seahawks, I’ll make sure to bring you and all the fans home a championship trophy.”
“Would you believe this, Patricia? It’s UCLA’s star running back. You’ve heard of him, right?”
The cute redhead nodded. She had a sexy innocence to her, and I liked it.
“Oh, this must be your daughter? I just came here for my sister’s graduation.”
“Yep, happiest Dad in the world.”
“Well,” I turned my attention to Patricia. “You’ve certainly raised a beautiful daughter sir. Congratulations on the graduation.’ I shook Patricia’s hand. “You two have a great day.”
“You too.” They said in unison.
“Go out and wreck ‘em,” the guy growled comically.
I turned to walk away, and after a few paces I made a faux impression that I had forgot something, then slowly twisted my body around and walked back towards the girl and her super-dad.
“Excuse me sir,” I said to the man. “I hope you don’t mind, but um…” I turned to Patricia. “Any chance I can get your number? I’d love to take you out to dinner sometime.” I turned back towards the man. “If your father doesn’t mind, of course.”
Patricia’s eyes fluttered open and her lips parted slightly. She looked at her dad, seeking approval, and he gave a slight nod while his mouth was set in a hard line. “Yeah sure. I’d love to,” she said.
I pulled out my iPhone and handed it to her so she could key in her contact details.
“Now, I don’t want you thinking that you’re going to do anything wild with my daughter. I’ve heard stories of how you are off the field, and I’ll have none of it. Patricia is a sophisticated, young lady.”
“Of course, sir,” I affirmed. “Just dinner with Mitch Ryker. I’ll leave The Wrecker on the football field.”
“Alright, good.”
Patricia returned the phone to my hand, and I gave her a sneaky wink. “See you.”
“See you,” she replied.
“And see you as well, Mr. Sizemore.”
“Good man,” he said.” I like a guy who pays attention to detail.
Sometimes it was all too easy.
Chapter 2
2 years earlier
“ A nnie , wake up!” My Mom said wildly, flipping on the lights in my room and shocking me out of a deep slumber. “Mitch is in the hospital!”
I struggled to adjust to the sudden brightness and rubbed the back of my hand against my stinging eyes. “What do you mean ‘he’s in the hospital’?” I asked, unable to hold in my yawn.
“There’s been an accident. He’s in the ICU.”
“What?” My mind was still a bit hazy from being whisked out of my blissful dream. I had been sitting calmly on the edge of a beach, dipping my toes in the warm ocean water while a tanned sex-god gently massaged my shoulders. Now I was back in my claustrophobic, tiny bedroom, being told that my stepbrother was in trouble.
“Get up and put some clothes on. We need to get over to LA Memorial as soon as possible.”
I shuffled my feet out of the bed, and suddenly the severity of the situation was starting to settle in. “There was an accident?”
“Just get dressed. We’ll talk in the car on our way over.” Mom rushed out of the room, and I heard her feet
I walked casually towards the pair, and right when I was about to pass, I paused and looked curiously at the man. “Oh, you’re a Seahawks fan are you?”
The man threw me a sharp glare. “Yeah, what’s it to you?”
“One of my favorite teams.” I smiled and tilted my glasses off of my eyes. “Was hoping that I could get a spot with them in the next couple years.”
“Holy shit,” the man laughed. “You’re the fuckin’ Wrecker.” He held out his hand for a shake.
I was in.
“That would be me,” I said and patted the man on the shoulder as I shook his hand. “And if I ever make it to the Seahawks, I’ll make sure to bring you and all the fans home a championship trophy.”
“Would you believe this, Patricia? It’s UCLA’s star running back. You’ve heard of him, right?”
The cute redhead nodded. She had a sexy innocence to her, and I liked it.
“Oh, this must be your daughter? I just came here for my sister’s graduation.”
“Yep, happiest Dad in the world.”
“Well,” I turned my attention to Patricia. “You’ve certainly raised a beautiful daughter sir. Congratulations on the graduation.’ I shook Patricia’s hand. “You two have a great day.”
“You too.” They said in unison.
“Go out and wreck ‘em,” the guy growled comically.
I turned to walk away, and after a few paces I made a faux impression that I had forgot something, then slowly twisted my body around and walked back towards the girl and her super-dad.
“Excuse me sir,” I said to the man. “I hope you don’t mind, but um…” I turned to Patricia. “Any chance I can get your number? I’d love to take you out to dinner sometime.” I turned back towards the man. “If your father doesn’t mind, of course.”
Patricia’s eyes fluttered open and her lips parted slightly. She looked at her dad, seeking approval, and he gave a slight nod while his mouth was set in a hard line. “Yeah sure. I’d love to,” she said.
I pulled out my iPhone and handed it to her so she could key in her contact details.
“Now, I don’t want you thinking that you’re going to do anything wild with my daughter. I’ve heard stories of how you are off the field, and I’ll have none of it. Patricia is a sophisticated, young lady.”
“Of course, sir,” I affirmed. “Just dinner with Mitch Ryker. I’ll leave The Wrecker on the football field.”
“Alright, good.”
Patricia returned the phone to my hand, and I gave her a sneaky wink. “See you.”
“See you,” she replied.
“And see you as well, Mr. Sizemore.”
“Good man,” he said.” I like a guy who pays attention to detail.
Sometimes it was all too easy.
Chapter 2
2 years earlier
“ A nnie , wake up!” My Mom said wildly, flipping on the lights in my room and shocking me out of a deep slumber. “Mitch is in the hospital!”
I struggled to adjust to the sudden brightness and rubbed the back of my hand against my stinging eyes. “What do you mean ‘he’s in the hospital’?” I asked, unable to hold in my yawn.
“There’s been an accident. He’s in the ICU.”
“What?” My mind was still a bit hazy from being whisked out of my blissful dream. I had been sitting calmly on the edge of a beach, dipping my toes in the warm ocean water while a tanned sex-god gently massaged my shoulders. Now I was back in my claustrophobic, tiny bedroom, being told that my stepbrother was in trouble.
“Get up and put some clothes on. We need to get over to LA Memorial as soon as possible.”
I shuffled my feet out of the bed, and suddenly the severity of the situation was starting to settle in. “There was an accident?”
“Just get dressed. We’ll talk in the car on our way over.” Mom rushed out of the room, and I heard her feet
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