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PROLOGUE

Drew

I’ve learned a thing or two from playing football most of my life. To be competitive, you need good hands and a fast mind. But nothing else matters if you don’t have great teamwork.

Football’s a little like good sex. No shade against solo sessions, but sex is best when you and your partner play well together. My best skill between the sheets?Listeningto a woman in bed. I follow her cues, learn her likes, take care of all her needs.

I bring those talents to dating too.

And, fine, I’ll admit that as a quarterback I definitely have an advantage in the dating department—it’s literally my job to find chances and then to go for it.

So when I meet a beautifully brainy woman right before the season starts, I’m all in, making a helluva big play for her.

But then, out of nowhere, the universe sacks me.

Oof.

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THE HOTTIE GOES KERSPLAT

Brooke

Are you kidding me?

I stare at the email from my ex in disbelief.

This has got to be a prank. Or he’s doing it for upvotes on some Reddit post—Wildest things an ex has ever said,or something.

Or maybe I just haven’t had enough coffee.

The Los Angeles sun streams through my kitchen window as I cross the kitchen to pour another cup of ambrosia. I swallow a hearty gulp and let it work its magic on my brain cells.

There.

I’m fueled up after the worst week ever and ready to read this bizarre request again.

Hey, Brookey Babes!

So, you probably follow me online. If you don’t, you totally should. Started a new profile. I call it The Shirtless Esquire. You know, since I used to be a lawyer, and “esquire” just sounds so fucking cool.

Anyway, I’m doing a hot new series called “Conversation with my Ex” for The Shirtless Esquire OnlyFans page. Get this—I’ll be interviewing my exes about what went wrong. It’s gonna be insightful and healing, and it’ll give me a chance to tell both sides of the story. And I know it’s been a hot minute since we were a thing, when I think of exes, you’re one of my faves. How about it? Wanna help me break the Internet?

Love ya much and always,

Sailor

P.S.: Yeah, I’ll be shirtless for the convo. Feel free to do the same, but no pressure. Totally up to you.

And…I did read it right the first time.

Exasperated, I contemplate a reply. Something like: “Shockingly, Sailor, I do not want to be part of your interview series. Or to speak to you shirtless. We split because you went pants-less with other people. Maybe you should try keeping your clothes on for a change?”

Ugh.

I’d ignore the email and forget about it, but I know Sailor will call too.

And yup. My phone trills and his face flashes on the screen.