![]() ![]() “With that said, I’m still rooting for Harvard tonight. “And I’m not insinuating anything-I’m explicitly suggesting you were a sore loser back then, and you’re a sore loser now.” I shrug. “I heard you tried to bang my mother and she shot you down,” I cut in cheerfully. ![]() “I’m not sure what you’re insinuating, but-” ![]() “Still a sore loser after all these years, eh, Coach?” “You can tell Chad I have no need for his support. “We’re both rooting for you today, Coach.”Īlthough he’s momentarily startled, he recovers quickly and gives me a smirk. I came with my dad, actually.” When his expression darkens, I try not to laugh. “Whoa there, Nelly,” he says with a chuckle-which dies the second he recognizes me. Badass Brenna Jensen isn’t allowed to fall this hard for a guy.Īt the end of the hall, I turn the corner and my happy gait takes a bit of a stumble when I bump directly into Daryl Pedersen’s bulky chest. That big-ass grin is still plastered to my face when I walk out, and a disgusting spring to my step carries me down the corridor, as if I’m a character in a Disney movie. ![]()
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