LOGINEPILOGUE - PRESTON - FOUR MONTHS LATER“Preston, I’m not so sure about this,” Emma whispers from behind me. Her fingers tighten around mine as I lead her to the tall fence.I turn around to look at her, only seeing part of her face through the darkness. The moon tries to illuminate the night, but the trees surrounding us make it hard. “Since when are you unsure about breaking and entering? If my memory serves me right, it was a year ago that I caught you hopping this same fence to crash Peyton’s party.”Emma rolls her eyes, using her free hand to give me a playful shove. “At least then the club was open. It feels wrong for everything at Pembroke to be so dark.”I nod in agreement, leading her to a spot I think would work to hop the fence. My mind goes back to a year ago when I first laid eyes on her. Even that night, I knew something was special about Emma, and I’ve known every day since in the year we’ve been together.And what a year it’s been. From the moment we won the Super Bowl,
My hands drift down her back until they’re cupping her asscheeks. I pull her tighter to me, loving having our bodies flush against one another. “I was so excited to get you back that I’m already messing this up.” I laugh, leaning in for one small kiss before continuing. I tilt my head back, wanting to be able to look into her eyes before asking the next question.“Em, my love, my everything, will you be my girlfriend?”She smiles, her entire face lighting up with her loud squeal. “Duh!” she rushes out excitedly, leaning in to kiss me. “Emma Turner, Preston Rhodes’ girlfriend. Damn, that’s hot.”I laugh, shaking my head at her. “Emma Turner, the most incredible woman to ever exist and the only one to ever hold my heart. Damn…that’s hot.”We both laugh at my impression of her. “That’s hot” definitely sounds a lot better coming from her mouth than it does mine.“So there’s one more thing I have to tell you,” Emma begins before pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.“And what’s that, r
PRESTONExhaustion seeps into my bones as we finally make it back to the hotel room after a night filled with celebrating our Super Bowl win. Winning the last game of my career is a surreal feeling, but what made it feel even better was having Emma by my side throughout all of tonight.When they handed me the trophy, I couldn’t look at anyone but her. The smile on her face as she watched me give a speech will be burned in my mind forever. She seemed so happy and proud to watch me succeed, to experience it with me, and I’ll forever be grateful that I got to share the moment with her. It made tonight all the better because I had the woman I love with me.I look at Emma as she sits down at the end of the king-sized bed and begins to unzip one of her knee-high boots. I stand in the doorway for a moment, taking it in that she’s really here.She looks up at me with a sleepy smile. “What are you looking at, Rhodes?”I fold my arms across my chest and lean against the doorframe. “You,” I answ
EMMACheers erupt from all around us, and cameras flash right next to us, but I don’t pay attention to any of it. All I care about is getting to Preston and finally being in his arms after months apart.I leap toward him, completely trusting that he’ll catch me.The moment his strong arms wrap around me, it feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I know I’ve missed him in our time apart, but I hadn’t realized how deep missing him went until I found myself back in his arms. I missed him all the way down to my bones, and now that I feel him around me again, I know I can never let him go.Preston’s hand lifts to cradle the back of my head, keeping me pressed to him as he lines up his mouth next to my ear. “Tell me this is real,” he says, his voice thick with emotion.I nod, tears already welling up in my eyes. I don’t mind these tears. They’re the happy kind. “It’s real. You just won the Super Bowl, Rhodes.”He laughs, holding me even tighter. People rush all around us, cal
PRESTONMy heart pounds as we take what will most likely be the final possession of the game. We’re down by three. All we need is a field goal to tie it, but I don’t want to tie. I want to end the game and win the Super Bowl.I look around at the men standing in the huddle, all staring at me, waiting for me to make the call. They’re tired—I can see it in their faces and by the way all of them gasp for air. The Portland Pirates had only been on the field for two minutes when they managed to get up by three points. We hadn’t had much of a break, but a break won’t be needed if we can just do one final drive and have the fairy-tale ending to our fairy-tale season.I meet the eyes of the guys, suddenly feeling choked up about this possibly being the last drive of my football career. I want it to mean something, for us to go out on top as a team. Leaning forward, I make sure to yell so all of the men looking to me for guidance can hear me. “This game with all of you has been some of the bes
“Because I understand you, dear. I was you. And I know true love when I see it, and I can tell you my grandson loves you despite anything you don’t love about yourself.”Tears stream down my face at this point. “You don’t know that. I mean, he nev—”Gram swats at the air between us dismissively. “I knew my boy was falling for you in the Hamptons, and still loves you to this day. The same way I knew that the story you two fed the family was bullshit. You two had just met and, for reasons I’m not sure of, were telling the world you’d been dating.”I stare at Gram with my mouth hanging wide open. I don’t know if I’m more surprised she said the word “bullshit” or the fact she knew Preston and I were lying. “What?” I get out, pausing for a moment to think about how she could know. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lie.Gram rolls her eyes. “Spare me the lies, darling. I could see right through your story.”“Why didn’t you say anything?” I whisper. If she knew the entire time, sh







