Keywords: supposed to. It didn't take a week for twenty-seven-year-old Sal Casillas to wonder what she'd seen in the international soccer icon--why she'd ever had his posters on her wall, or ever envisioned marrying him and having super-playing soccer babies. Sal had long ago gotten over the worst non-break-up in the history of imaginary relationships with a man that hadn't known she'd existed. So she isn't prepared for this version of Reiner Kulti who shows up to her team's season: a quiet, reclusive shadow of the explosive, passionate man he'd once been.
Nothing could have prepared her for the man she got to know. Or the murderous urges he brought out in her. Orange isn't your color. There are employees for every big sport you can think of, who follow these superstar athletes around, dragging them back to their hotels after an entire night spent at a strip club or partying. The guy is a German national hero, even if half the country hates his guts.
I changed the channel , my heart beating up in my throat. J esus Christ. You mind putting it back? Feeling like a little bit of a dick, I shook my head. But when it came down to it, I would rather this stranger think I was rude than Kulti walk over and see that crap playing.
Home English Online. Read Book Download Book. To stay in his house all day… I suddenly remembered the night I picked him up from the bar. H e cocked an eyebrow. T hen there had been his divorce. T he couch cushion hit me right in the face. Death Plays Poker by Robin Spano. Murder at McDonald's by Jessome, Phonse;. Get Out or Die by Jane Finnis. Riding Ryder by Raven McAllan. The Royal Assassin by Kate Parker. Dad smacked me on the back of the head lightly. I shrugged and followed him out of the room, noticing how slowly he was walking and the way he looked around the corner like he expected someone to pop out of nowhere and scare the crap out of him.
In the kitchen, we found Kulti sitting at the small round table crammed into the corner of the room, a plate of watermelon, jicama, celery and broccoli, with a glass of water in front of him.
My mom was digging in the fridge for something. I had to pinch my nose when my dad nodded rapidly in return, sucking in a loud breath when their hands broke apart.
Dad grabbed a seat next to me and across from Kulti, looking everywhere but at The King. Loud, outgoing, opinionated and stubborn with a temper that was well known… he sat quietly in his chair. I wanted to spend time with my parents, not to have my dad so freaked out he refused to talk.
Kulti nudged the plate in my direction and I smiled as I took a piece of jicama. Then it hit me. Of course she was. The little pain in the ass. I shrugged. What else was I going to say?
That my sister hated my guts during different moon cycles? I was patient with her. My mom took a seat at the table and started asking if we had any plans for tomorrow, and then saying how my aunts and cousins wanted to see me. As Kulti followed me out of the kitchen and we passed the small living room with its hard couch that had been bought for durability rather than for comfort, I felt my eye twitch a little.
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