Quarterback Sneak by Kandi Steiner EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Kandi Steiner
- Language: English
- Genre: Sports Fiction (Kindle Store)
- Format: PDF / EPUB
- Size: 1 MB
- Price: Free
Five months later…
“I am not helping you put a stripper pole in the middle of your living room.”
My dad folded his arms sternly across his chest, caterpillar eyebrows
furrowed the way they always were when he was yelling at one of his
“Help me or don’t help me, it’s going up,” I told him, fitting the chrome
extension to the pole before tightening the screws.
“There’s a giant window that faces the street.”
I just shrugged, indifferent. “Then I guess the neighbors will get a free
Dad scowled more, and I wish I still had the human emotion of joy left
inside me so I could smile and put him at ease. Instead, I put the pole aside
long enough to climb to my feet and wrap him in a hug — massive arms
across his chest and all.
“I’ll get curtains, okay?”
He didn’t seem convinced.
“Remember why I love it,” I told him — begged him.
The inhale he dragged through his nose was enough to cause a draft in the
room, but he softened with the exhale, uncrossing his arms and hugging me
in return. He pressed a quick kiss to my forehead before pulling back.
“I know,” he said. “Doesn’t mean I want to see it.”
“Fair enough,” I conceded. Then, I hung my hands on my hips, chewing
the inside of my cheek. “Thank you, Dad. For letting me do this.”
He nodded, then made his way to the kitchen to continue unpacking a box
that did not include a chrome apparatus I would be clinging to while half
I decided to wait to put the pole up until later, settling on a box labeled
bedroom, instead. It was a miracle my father was trusting me enough to live
on my own — well, with a roommate, but without him. It was the first time in
my new adult life that he’d granted the permission to do so, and I had a
feeling it was because he felt guilty moving me in the middle of my junior
year of college last spring when he took the job as head coach of the North
Boston University football team.
Not that I cared.
It wasn’t like I left a group of friends behind — like I had any friends at
all. I’d given up on trying to establish anything close to a relationship,
friendly or otherwise, since the night I lost my sister.
As if the universe heard my thoughts, I opened the box on the floor to
find a picture of Abby looking back at me.
What was left of my heart stuttered at the sight, at the neon blue eyes, the
wide smile, the way she hugged my waist like I was her best friend while I
stood there looking annoyed with life — like always.
But I didn’t cry, didn’t pick up the picture and run a hand over the glass,
didn’t do anything other than set it aside and continue unpacking the personal
items beneath it.
The front door burst open, and I glanced up at the frazzled girl who
stumbled through the entryway, arms loaded with shopping bags.
She paused at the sight of me, her dark sunglasses sliding down her nose
a bit. She arched a brow over them, taking in the length of me as I did the
same to her.
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