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you were hung up on . . . Mia was it?”
    His head shot up at Lizzie’s mention of Mia’s name. He couldn’t believe she remembered about that. It’d been years since he’d talked to her about this . . . crush, infatuation, he had with Mia Devereux.
    “Mia?” he questioned.
    “Don’t do that. Just talk to me, okay?”
    Though it was turned on him, Tom had missed her no bullshit bluntness. “I can’t believe you remembered her.”
    “She’s the only one you ever talked about, sought advice about.”
    “That’s pathetic. I’m pathetic. I just can’t seem to shake her. I can’t let go.”
    “Have you attempted to talk to her about any of this . . . your feelings for her?”
    He checked his eye roll at her suggestion to discuss his feelings.
    “She’s seeing someone,” Tom informed her.
    “That Luke guy?”
    Damn, what else did she have stored in that brain of hers?
    “No, Ethan Christopher.”
    “Wait. The Ethan Christopher? Football god?” Lizzie asked, leaning forward.
    Knock my ego down some more , Tom thought. She was the damn QB’s girlfriend. Not his. Never fucking his.
    His timing sucked. There’d been opportunities to be with her but it just hadn’t happened. The moment he’d met her, he’d wanted her. He’d wanted to take her to one of Marc’s spare rooms and fuck her until she screamed his name in ecstasy. She had wanted him too—he saw it in her beautiful dark eyes. But they held back and then she ended up with Luke Stapleton.
    Goddamn Luke.
    The man who stole Mia’s heart and repeatedly broke it each and every time he left her.
    So many times that man screwed Tom over, showing up and dragging Mia back to him. Well, to be honest, it wasn’t like Luke pulled her by the hair like some caveman. He just had some major hold over her that when he appeared, she dropped off the face of the earth—with Luke. And when he left, because he always did, she’d fall apart. Too often Tom and the guys watched her drown in that pain.
    Tom wasn’t a dog and didn’t want to strike, so to speak, while she was down. Instead, he was her supportive friend and that damn choice effectively cockblocked him . . . or was it pussyblocked?
    Whatever.
    Now, the best fuckin’ quarterback out there had her heart . . . and her body.
    He had tasted that body of hers once, had mistakenly thought that Mia would finally be his. They may have been drunk but the night would be seared in his memory forever. Tom remembered how amazing the sex with her had been. The way she moaned. The way she responded to him. The way she called out his name as she came on his cock. He had loved her multiple times that night and had fallen asleep with her naked body draped over his.
    When he’d awakened the next morning, Mia was gone. And after that night, things between them had been different. She’d kept to herself and when he finally got her out of her shell and was finally getting somewhere with her, Luke had shown up and that had been that. Again.
    “Yeah . . .” he answered then admitted, “I really need to work harder at moving on.”
    “Oh, honey, our hearts want what they want. We can’t control it. Only accept it and sit back and enjoy the ride.”
    “How is that supposed to help me, Lizzie?”
    “I don’t know. Just that if you really want the same thing as your heart, don’t let it go. Be stubborn and patient. And when that opportunity comes, you fight like hell for what you want.”
    “Sounds like a war speech.”
    “A war of love speech,” she amended.
    “You’re crazy.”
    “You need to get me a beer!” she retorted.
    “Definitely crazy,” he said with an affectionate laugh and stood up to go to the kitchen. Opening the fridge full of beer, he grabbed a couple bottles and headed back. “So . . . tell me about you,” Tom asked, handing her a beer.
    “Me?”
    “Yeah, you. Spill it. How’s work? How’s life?”
    “You know how work is,” she said, taking a swallow of beer.
    “Yeah . . . but not