“Meaning I don’t flirt with athletes.I don’t date athletes.And I definitely don’t sleep with them.”
A few players choke on laughter behind him.
Noah Walker just grins.
Slow.Dangerous.
“Those rules for you or me, Love?”
“For both,” I reply, eyes narrowed.
What a pompous ass.
“Ah, I see, but there’s one thing you should know,” he says.
“What?”I ask because I’m obviously an idiot.
“I’m bloody terrible at following rules.”
My stomach does an annoying little flip.
I ignore it.
Because I already know something he doesn’t.
My rules aren’t negotiable.
I never date clients.Especially athletes.
And I won’t be dating Noah Walker..
Chapter1
Noah
Late March in Consequence,NC
It’s spring.
Opening day is next week.
End of March like always.
Which means Great Dane has been giving us absolute hell.
“All of you are slow, dumb, and playing like shite!”he roars from the sidelines as we reset the scrum for the fourth time in ten minutes.
Coach’s voice could probably crack concrete.
Normally I’d be enjoying this part.
The grind.The hits.
The bone-deep satisfaction of smashing another bloke backwards into the turf.
But lately?
My head’s not in it.
