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The pregnancy was unexpected. The quarterback who arrived with prenatal vitamins, snacks, and a plan was even more unexpected.
I should have kept my hands – and mouth – off Nolan Allen.
But the star quarterback's blue eyes, cocky grin, and broad shoulders were impossible to resist. One reckless encounter left me with a positive pregnancy test and questioning everything I thought I wanted.
Most men would panic. Nolan starts researching prenatal vitamins.
Suddenly he's attending every doctor's appointment, taking notes like he's studying for the biggest game of his life, and bringing me more snacks than a football team possibly could eat in a season.
But I've spent my entire life watching people leave. No matter how much I want to believe in Nolan, I can't shake the fear that one day he'll do the same.
Too bad the stubborn quarterback refuses to stay on the sidelines.
Playing It Forward is a spicy small-town sports romance featuring surprise pregnancy, football chaos, meddling teammates, a fiercely independent heroine, and a caretaker quarterback who has already decided they're a family.
Training camp brings all the Steel City Seals to Smuggler’s Hideaway at once, which means overlapping timelines, familiar faces, and football-player chaos. Read in any order.
“What’s great?” Nolan asks and I startle so hard I stumble. He steadies me with a hand on my elbow. “Careful there.”
I wrench my elbow away from him. “Excuse me.”
I hurry away but he easily keeps pace with me. Stupid football players and their long legs. Stupid short legs. Stupid everything.
“We need to talk.”
I screech to a halt to properly glare at him. “Does it look like I have time to talk?”
“You’ve been running away with me since…um…”
“Since I made the most stupid decision in my life,” I fill in for him.
He growls. “Stupid decision? Do you regret being with me?”
With him? A quickie in a closet is hardly with him! I open my mouth to tell him as much but his blue eyes are full of hurt. Hang a smuggler! I can’t be mean. Dad always says if you can’t say anything nice, shut you pie hole!
“No, I don’t regret it.” He smiles and steps closer. I hold up a hand. “But it can’t happen again.”
“Why not?”
“Ugh! I don’t have time to discuss this now. I have a mermaid ice sculpture to rescue, a seal to move, and five-hundred heart-shaped watermelons to make.”
