Razor's Edge: A Bad Boy Romance (Bad Boys of Football Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page B

the mirror. “How do you like this? I think it looks better this way, don’t you?”
     
    I tossed one of her eight gazillion throw pillows at her. “Will you pay attention to me? This is serious. What am I going to do? Should I tell him I can’t see him again?”
     
    “You should do what feels right to you. Look, you said you had a good time. This boy made you dinner. At his house! How romantic is that? So what if he’s Edge’s dad! Who cares if some photographers took your picture! It’s not like you’re going to marry him. I would try to keep it hush hush, though. Don’t go trying to act like a little family and make Edge tag along. Don’t take E.J. to school functions. Keep it cool. Keep it private and move on. Have some fun. You deserve it.”
     
    I thought about it for a moment, imagining how nice it would be for us to be a couple. Despite what I thought I knew about him, he did turn out to be a really nice guy. Dinner was great. We made pizzas of all things. How cute is that? There was something romantic about it. Edge was with a sitter. It was just the two of us alone, talking, reminiscing about our childhoods and school days. It was funny because almost none of our good memories involved each other. It was like we’d grown up in different places at different times. While he was busy being the life of the party, I was off somewhere alone with my nose in a book.
     
    “I don’t think I’m ready to do this,” I said. “I think; I need more time.”
     
    “More time for what? What do you think is going to happen in a few months? I’m not saying to date this guy -- although you’d be crazy if you didn’t. I’m saying date someone . It’s time. Sam wouldn’t want you to live like some kind of an old maid. Girl, you’re almost thirty-years-old. You don’t have much time left,” Felicia said. “It’s time to get yourself some. Please, for the love of God, get yourself some.”
     
    Whether or not I was truly ready, I wouldn’t know, but I did, at least, know I was ready to have some fun and stop crying. I’ll never get over Sam. I’ll never forget the way he made me feel. He was the love of my life, but it was time to move on. It was time to let go.
     
    “Why are you crying? Things are going to be okay,” Felicia consoled me, rubbing my back. “Sam wouldn’t want you to turn into some old fuddy duddy spinster.”
     
    That made me laugh. Felicia could always be counted on for a good laugh. We’d known each for so long, she always knew what to say or do to make me stop feeling sorry for myself. When we were in college together at Northern Indiana University, she was the first person who spoke to me. I used to think she was too much for me. Too fast, as my mother would readily remind me, but I saw something more in her. She was worldly where I was much more local in my thinking and in my actions. I was from the heart of the city of Chicago; she was the child of two soldiers who gave their children as many experiences around the world as possible.
     
    When she forced me to meet her brother Sam, I expected some loud, boisterous hooligan, but instead discovered the most handsome young man I’d ever met.
     
    “Are you thinking about my knucklehead brother again?” Felicia didn’t expect an answer when she phrased it that way; she knew when Sam was on my mind.
     
    I shrugged. “Remember when you first introduced me to him? I thought there was no way we’d ever end up together. He was all into cars and computers and I was just trying to make it through Professor Schneider’s class. Can you believe how things ended up?”
     
    Felicia’s eyes welled up with tears. “The boy was so in love with you. He fell hard. I swear, all he used to talk about was you. He’d get all hot under the collar if some other guy said something about you or if he didn’t hear from you for a few hours. He used to drive me crazy with his nonsense.”
     
    I loved talking about Sam, especially with someone