After being cheated on by their long-term partners, can a pro-wide receiver and a PR agent remain friends with benefits without falling for each other?
I've been in love with Ava since I was fifteen. She was my first, my only, my everything, destroy...
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"We should tell him." Ellie's hushed whisper stopped my approach.
"No," Logan murmured. "Don't meddle."
"Right, Eddie."
"Who's Eddie?" I asked as if Eddie wasn't cooking breakfast. These two were as subtle as Dante's endzone celebrations.
Stovetop pans sizzled behind the couple locked in a standoff. His chest against her head, Ellie held a spatula at her hip. Both turned to me with guilty eyes.
Logan rubbed the back of his head. "Uhh, PR opportunity."
Ellie shook her head and placed three settings. I sighed at the full sink of dishes behind her, but her curious gaze shifted to the side of the island. "Your mom's packages, and Logan's Frankenstein electrocution box, arrived. One's heavy."
"My PEMS machine," Logan's correction didn't help, deepening my frown. "Pulse Electromagnetic Field machine. Good for post-game inflammation."
"If you say so." Sounded like torture.
Three boxes sat stacked on the floor next to his self-electrocution box. Fuck, this better not be like college when Mom sent me thirty cans of soup. The first one was stuffed with two pillows and a set of sheets. Weird.
Ellie frowned. "Do you need anything?"
Sleep and a brain-off switch, but I couldn't answer. Notes were included as a nice touch until I read them. "New sisters."
Mom says I have to say I miss you. Jess
Don't F up. Jen Send pictures of Colt. Jules
Calling those three from the locker room yesterday was a mistake. Colt danced around shirtless, making Jules' shriek fill the whole room. He earned himself my sweaty glove in his smug face.
Box two contained rainbow-colored sweet-tooth comforts. Three bags each of red licorice, sour hard candy, and gummy bears sat atop endless cans of—
"Soup?" Ellie's eyes widened at the pyramid I built on the island. "Total fall comfort food vibe, but I make—oh, wow. They keep coming."
"Mom's overkill, sorry."
Did she accidentally send a food pantry donation? Thirty-two cans blocked the view of Ellie leaning onto her elbows and reading the labels.
"Beans and bacon, chicken noodles, and garden vegetables..." she murmured.
"Didn't know you liked soup." Logan nudged the box, rustling the plastic bags.
"I don't." Now, the candy? Fuck, I missed—Wait. I snapped the box closed from Ellie's curious eyes. Candy felt like cheating on her meal regimen. "Be right back."
I carried the stack to my room and stowed the snacks in my closet. The last box was crammed with clothes, including Mom's version of an apology note.
Sorry not sorry, I threw away your workout clothes and your bathing suit. The stink could ward off scavenging raccoons. Soup was on sale. Call to let me know if this arrives and if you need anything else.
