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Fuck. Usually, when I meet up with Levi, it’s good for really hot sex with the promise of a handful of orgasms, but that’s definitely not what this is. Levi and I don’t talk, we fuck. That’s been made clear on more than one occasion, and it’s something I’ve made peace with.

Hell, it’s one version of him that only I get, and that’s had to be enough.

But this time when I see him, sex is probably off the table because we need to have a serious conversation about a horrible situation—and a potentially even worse idea of mine that won’t be handled well by anyone.

I mean, dating my sister's ex-fiancé is a pretty bold move, even if it'll be fake. But it’s a win-win for both of us, as long as I can get Levi to agree.

CHAPTER2

LEVI

This chick.

She is the bane of my existence and has been ever since we were teenagers. Only back then, the thing I hated about her was that I couldn’t have her. First she friend-zoned me, then I had to watch her briefly date my friend in college, all leading up to me dating and getting engaged to her sister. Yeah, it's safe to say she's entirely off-limits to me and has been for a long fucking time.

Not that it ever really mattered—well, except for the whole her not wanting me part. I respected that even if it hurt. But at the end of the day, if Quinn had given me any indication she wanted me, I would have tossed my hat in the ring for a chance to make her mine. But she didn't, and it was obvious that I wasn't the one she wanted. It's fucked up that Ally ended up being my rebound and even worse that I let it go as far as the two of us getting engaged. I would almost feel bad, but neither of us was happy, which she proved when she cheated on me.

I guess we probably could've called it even.

Quinn is something else entirely though; she gets me going in a way no one else can. She doesn't frustrate me like Ally always has, or anyone else I’ve tried talking to or even dating. Quinn gets under my skin in a way only she's capable of doing. It's both intriguing and irritating, and it fucking drives me crazy.

This is only proven by the fact that, since I talked to her, I’ve spent every spare second I have working out or sitting on my couch playingCall of Dutyfor hours, trying to keep my mind off her. But my eyes keep drifting down to my phone, practically willing it to ring. Knowing her, she’s probably trying to drag this out as much as possible just to make me miserable.

Such a tease, and I don’t think she realizes it because she’s usually too busy being a brat to me. She's been mean to me ever since she started dating my friend Kyle in college, and it only escalated from there when I dated her sister, which made no fucking sense.

I wanted to ask her why she even cared—why it seemed to bother her when Ally and I got together, especially after Ally made it clear that Quinn didn’t want me. The day I worked up the nerve to ask Quinn out, it was Ally who shut me down for her, breaking my heart in the process, and still, somehow, Quinn acted like I was the bad guy.

The rest of it was a bit of a blur with her sister, a whirlwind of trying to move on, and the next thing I knew, Ally had a ring on her finger, and we were putting a down payment on a venue. It was great—at least, I thought it was then, but I guess hindsight is twenty-twenty.

Everything ended up imploding on us after Ally admitted she had been cheating on me with a rival player in Knoxville—Wilson Mudgett. He isn’t the worst dude ever, although I still love dropping my gloves and punching him in the face anytime I get a chance, especially after I called off the wedding. It used to piss Ally off, but I didn’t really give a damn.

I don't think she expected me to care about the cheating, but it wasn’t like I was going to sit around and keep playing house with someone who could so easily betray my trust. When it was all said and done, though, I was relieved. I was just hurt that she took advantage of me when I'd done everything I could to make her happy.

So, no. I wasn't fine when we broke up. I was broken, which was clear when I got on the ice that night and spent more time in the sin bin than I did playing a game I love.

That's the first time I pissed Coach Sullivan off, which was easy to do considering he was Ally’s uncle. I'm not sure what story she told him, but he was never willing to hear my side. From the day we broke up until he left for L.A., he hated me and made sure I knew it.

He was subtle. No one else really picked up on it, but I knew, and it sucked. I did everything I could not to piss him off because my entire life is in Nashville. If I got traded, I would be devastated. My family is small, just my nana, but she's everything to me.

I had to stay in Nashville. Thankfully, he ended up leaving before he could trade me. The day they announced he was leaving was the first day I took a deep breath in the months since Ally and I broke up.

Although I was upset to see Quinn leave, I realized there was no longer a chance of getting my best friend back. And truthfully, that’s what pissed me off the most. At that point, that’s all we had ever been because I was shot down before I ever really had a chance. I was mourning the loss of my best friend.

Even now, missing her pisses me off because I may know that woman top to bottom, but that also means I know her well enough to know she’ll never be mine…fully.

Now that she’s practically on the other side of the country, we only talk for one thing. See, Quinn and I have this little game that started when we ran into each other by chance a few years ago when I was out with the team at our favorite bar, The Penalty Box.

When I saw her, my heart started racing like I was in high school walking toward my crush for the first time. Her long blonde hair was down and wavy, which was secretly my favorite way she wore it. She looked cute as hell staring down at the menu, her pretty, pink lips pursed in feigned interest in what she was looking at, while chatting it up with the bartender.

I watched for a moment, letting her have her fun as I took her in. Somehow my memory always does a disservice to just how gorgeous Quinn really is, her tiniest of movements so captivating. But they shouldn’t be…because even though I know how wonderful she is, I hate the way she gives everyone else the time of day except me…which I guess makes sense with me dating her sister in the past.

But then she looked up, finally noticing me. Only she acted like she didn’t recognize me and glancing back to the bartender to continue her conversation. At first, I was pissed, just staring at her, slack jawed. But the longer I stared, the more her cute little smirk started creeping out, and that's when I knew.

She was toying with me.

Quinn Sullivan is wild—always has been. It’s one of the first things I noticed about her, and it’s what attracted me to her from the start. Don’t get me wrong, she’s hot; anyone who meets her can see that she’s not hard on the eyes, but that wasn’t what caught my attention.

She’s edgier than the other girls I’ve met, yet somehow still so sweet. That, mixed with her confidence and boldness, really stood out to me. It only sucked that she had my attention, and I was standing there watching her joke with the bartender, flirting in an obvious way.

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