Playing for Kinley (Cruz Brothers Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

because they were such a unique color, hazel but with a distinct golden hue to them that reminded me of a cat.
    It was funny because Gabby’s look was almost the opposite of her brother’s. She had lighter skin like her mom and springy curls in her hair to match. But those chocolate eyes of hers were from her father, not Mickie. This pattern seemed to run in the family because I shared those same chocolate eyes, which came from our father. Dawson and I looked alike. Our dark hair had a slight wave to it, like our father. Our skin was a dark olive like his.
    We both hated the fact that we looked so much like him.
    Mason was the one who had gotten more of our mother’s genes. His skin was still dark but a little lighter shade than ours. His hair was more of a dirty blonde but with that same wave in it that ours had. And he had gotten our mother’s light green eyes.
    Green eyes always reminded me of her .
    But Kinley’s green eyes were darker than Mason’s, deeper. They shone bright like an emerald, especially when the sunlight glinted off them. I’d gotten lost in them too many times to count over the years.
    I sighed. Kinley .
    I couldn’t think about her now. Not when I was trying to enjoy my time with my family.
    Dawson had a Coke ready and waiting for Mason since he didn’t drink anymore. For the first few years, Dawson and I had refrained from drinking around him, out of respect. We understood how difficult it was for him. But he insisted that it was fine now. The temptation to drink wasn’t as strong anymore, he said.
    Mason fell onto the opposite side of the sectional from me while Dawson relaxed in his recliner.
    “How’s the off-season treating you?” Mason asked.
    “Staying busy, of course. Got endorsement deals scheduled, photo shoots, fund-raisers. You know how it goes. They aren’t going to let me slow down until I go back at the end of February.” Off to spring training where I would once again resume my journey back to the World Series.
    Because it was definitely happening this year.
    We had the talent, the experience. As long as everyone remained healthy, we were going to be back on the road to the postseason.
    I could feel it.
    “How about you?” I asked him. “How’s the shop?”
    The way his face relaxed and that easy grin of his curved his mouth made me thankful for the changes he’d made in his life. He had finally found something that he was passionate about, something he loved doing, and something he could just throw himself into.
    I knew how that felt.
    “Fucking awesome,” he replied, looking around to make sure the kids weren’t within ear shot. “I’ve got this sweet ’69 GTO I’m restoring for this guy out of Ellicott City. The engine is shit, of course, and the interior is a mess. But the body is a dream. Original fenders, fast back. Thing is going to be purring by the time I get done with her.”
    “No wonder you don’t have a girl, bro,” Dawson said, amusement lightening his tone. “If you spent even half the time on finding a woman that you do on your cars, you could be halfway to the altar by now.”
    Mason just rolled his eyes. “Who said I wanted to be headed down the aisle? Trust me, I don’t need my big brother’s advice with women. I can get them into my bed all on my own.”
    “Just sayin’. You’re not getting any younger.”
    “Neither is this guy,” Mason retorted, pointing at me. “Why don’t you bust his balls and leave mine alone.”
    I was waiting for that. Dawson turned his attention toward me.
    “Yeah, what is your relationship status these days?” he asked me. “I haven’t seen anything in the papers lately. You finally taking a break from the revolving door of one-night-stands?”
    I glared at him. He knew as well as I did that seventy-five percent of those bullshit stories were made up by the media. If they saw me even smiling at a woman, I would be reading in the paper the next day that I was having an affair with her, along with