Spread Offense (The New York Nighthawks #11) Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love, Sports Tags Authors: Series: The New York Nighthawks Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
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“When have I ever played around about family vacation time?” he asked, dipping his head to brush his mouth against mine.

“Never,” I conceded with a soft smile.

Gage had dedicated his offseason to giving us his undivided attention, and he did his best to carve plenty of time out for us during the hecticness of the season too. Even during this past playoffs, when he was pushing hard toward his last chance to win a championship. Each day we’d spent together, he found new ways to show me how much he’d meant those words he’d said to Lennox about me being more important than the game to him—and that devotion extended to the family we were building.

“Damn straight.” He smirked at me. “Spending uninterrupted time with my girls isn’t something I take lightly.”

Placing my hand over his, I shook my head. “You won’t be able to say that pretty soon, geek.”

“I’ll always want to have time with my girls,” he promised, giving my belly a gentle squeeze. “When this one comes, we’ll just add boy time into the mix too.”

How sweet he was over our children never failed to melt my heart. Which made what I needed to say so hard.

I hated to disappoint him, especially when I knew he struggled a little with the idea of being retired when he was still in the prime of his life—just not in football years. Although he’d had offers to coach or broadcast, he still hadn’t decided what he wanted to do quite yet, beyond focusing on bringing our baby boy into the world in about four months.

As much as I loved the vacations we’d taken, the last thing I wanted to do in this stage of my pregnancy was to be around crowds of people while I was hot and sweaty from all the sunshine. “I’m not sure I’m up to a big Florida trip right now.”

“Don’t worry, baby. I figured you weren’t. That’s why I didn’t book any theme park tickets.”

Gage loved roller coasters almost as much as he did football, so that was quite the surprise. “Really?”

“Yeah, it didn’t seem fair since you can’t ride on anything with me,” he confirmed with a smile. “We’re just going to hang out at a beach house for a couple of weeks. And I asked your parents to come with us, so Gracen will be busy getting spoiled by them while you rest each afternoon.”

“Are you going to join me for those naps?” I wagged my brows in an exaggerated way. “Because cuddle time with my geek would be a big selling point to this trip.”

“Not only will I give you all the cuddles you want, but I also chartered a plane so you can be as comfortable as possible while we fly down there.”

“So you arranged for a beach house, private plane, and built-in babysitters who adore our daughter? That’s the trip you want to take to celebrate your big win?” I huffed out a laugh. “Because it sounds more as though you planned all of this with what I’d want in mind, not you.”

“If you’re happy, I’m happy.” Lowering his head, he rasped, “And it doesn’t hurt that I’ll get to see my gorgeous wife—with her belly full of my baby—dressed in skimpy swimsuits most of the time that we’re there.”

“As a certified math nerd with a shiny degree to prove it, I can confirm there’s a 99.99% chance of that happening.”

It turned out those odds were in his favor…because I practically lived in a swimsuit and cover-up during our trip.

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