Player (A Secret Baby Sports Romance)(266)
And Javier and I? There’s supposed to be this big happy sappy ending where we get married and live happily ever after, right? Except that would be this big dumb cliche, right?
Well, then deal with it, because that’s exactly what’s happening. The spy and the criminal who stole her heart; how’s that for a happy ending?
The wedding itself isn’t until spring, but the happy-ever-after part we’ve already started on. I might add that we’re amassing a very colorful collection of straps, handcuffs, ties, and restraints in our bedroom as well.
We’re all capable of change, if we want it bad enough. We just have to try, because if you don’t try, what’s the point? For every shadow, there’s a light somewhere, and for every lost, there’s a found. And none of us is lost, as long as we can hang on to what’s good in this world.
Even if you have to steal it.
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1
Peyton
“Looks like a storm’s coming,” My brother grumbles, looking up at the dark clouds rolling down over the New York skyline in the distance. He cracks his knuckles loudly and I wrinkle my nose.
“Gross, Logan.” I hate when he does that.
“Sorry,” He grins. Quinn rolls her eyes at me as if to say “yeah, tell me about it” and leans back into him.
The smile that crosses my face isn’t altogether dissimilar from his, which makes sense considering we had the same mother. The thought makes me smile even more, watching him and his soon-to-be bride snuggle against each other in the cold of the March afternoon.
Yeah, cold, slushy and grey, with rain on the horizon; heck of a day for a ground-breaking ceremony.
But for once, things are actually good. I mean, everyone’s here in Long Island City for the start of construction on the new headquarters for the Archer World Health Foundation, and we’re all, well, good. Hell, my brother and Javier are even talking, which is sort of mind-blowing given the history there.
“Hey.”
Well, everything is basically good.
I turn, keeping my face the neutral stoney blankness I always do around him; “Hey.”
Bryce nods, his chiseled jaw and his piercing blue eyes about as neutrally stoic as mine. Silence descends between us. This is pretty much about the extent of our conversations over the last year; ever since-