Lexington and 42nd (The Off Field Series #1) by Kim Carmody Read Free Book Online Page A

practice ?”
    Will chuckled. “It was good. Coach pushed us hard, but we needed it.” I could feel his eyes on me. “Were you watching?”
    Grinning I said, “Yes, I thought you did some good quarterbacking.”
    His laugh was a loud bark. “What was so impressive about my quarterbacking in your expert opinion?”
    I pretended to consider this for a minute. “Well…you seemed to yell orders a lot, which I think is a good thing. And you can throw the ball so far. ” I extended my arms as far as I could across the car.
    “Hmmm, yelling and throwing. You’ve pretty much summed it up—the qualities of a good quarterback.”
    I shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a fast learner.”
    He looked over and winked at me. “I bet you are.”
    “Will!” I slapped his arm. “And what exactly is that supposed to mean?”
    His hands flew up in a gesture of innocence. “Nothing, I swear. I’m on my best behaviour.” He shook his head and murmured under his breath. “Such a dirty mind, Bambi.”
    “ Me with the dirty mind! You should talk—you’re like the king of innuendo.”
    He shrugged, smiling at me as we stopped at a set of streetlights. “Probably.”
    “More like definitely.”
    “I’m only teasing. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but you’re easy to tease…and I like it.” He wrinkled his nose, dark eyes sparkling with humor.
    Feeling like he needed a taste of his own medicine, I slipped my heels off and placed my feet on the dash of the car, letting my skirt slip up my legs. Will’s eyes grew to the size of saucers as they followed the path of my legs, tripping over my chest and landing on my mouth. “This is a really nice car.”
    Will swallowed thickly. “Yeah, it’s nice.”
    “It’s so spacious.” I twisted my body to peer into the back. Will was leaning toward me over the console, so close I could feel his breath on me.
    “Um, I guess so.”
    I turned my head so we were at eye level with one another, our faces only inches apart. “Have you ever, you know…had sex in here?” I bit my lip.
    “Fuck, not yet I haven’t.”
    A horn beeped, and he jumped before stepping on the accelerator.
    “Ha!” I shoved his shoulder. “Careful Quarterback, two can play that game.”
    With his eyes back on the road, he shook his head. “Jesus, Bambi, you don’t play fair.”
    We continued on toward Manhattan in companionable silence for a while until I felt his eyes on me again.
    “Are you going to the club dinner next weekend?”
    “Yeah, I’m looking forward to it. I assume it’s part of your quarterback duties to attend?”
    “One of the many.” He glanced at me again. “Are you bringing a date?”
    “No. I’m assigned to a table with my team, and no one’s bringing a partner. Besides, even if we could, I’ve barely been in the city for five minutes, so it’s not like I know anyone to ask.”
    Will smiled. “That’s no excuse. I’m sure you could easily find a date if you wanted to.”
    I shrugged. “Well, I don’t need to and I don’t want to, so it’s kind of irrelevant.”
    A beat passed and before I could stop them, the words were out of my mouth. “Who are you bringing?”
    “No one.”
    “No one?” I shifted to face him properly. “Is that even allowed? Surely somewhere in your quarterback rule book, it mentions never turning up to a club function without a model on your arm?”
    Will laughed. “I must have skimmed over that bit when I was studying for my quarterback finals.”
    “Seriously, Will, you have a reputation to uphold. People will start talking if you don’t turn up with a lucky lady. Surely it’s not too much effort to scroll through your black book.”
    I expected another laugh but instead he frowned, his chest deflating as he exhaled. “You know, you shouldn’t believe everything you read. Or hear for that matter. I’ve dated plenty of women, but it’s not like I have a new one on my arm every week.”
    My voice was annoyingly quiet when I spoke.