Fair Catch Read Online Kandi Steiner

Categories Genre: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance, Sports Tags Authors:

Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)

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Fair Catch

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Kandi Steiner

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As if things aren’t already tough enough as the only girl on a college football team, Coach had to go and assign Zeke Collins as my roommate.⁣⁣
⁣⁣A cocky kick returner and my brother’s best friend who should have been ripped of that title years ago, he’s as infuriating as he is undeniably sexy.⁣⁣
⁣⁣I hate him, and for good reason — reason I won’t ever let him forget.⁣⁣
⁣⁣He thinks because we grew up together that it’s his role to protect me, but all he does is get in my way, make me look weak, and piss me off more.⁣⁣
⁣⁣I tell him I can handle myself, and I’m hell-bent on getting that point across to him and the rest of the nation watching the only girl in collegiate football.⁣⁣
⁣⁣The pressure doesn’t get to me. The scrutiny? I’m ready for.⁣⁣
⁣⁣But sharing very thin walls with Zeke Collins? I wasn’t prepared for that.⁣⁣
⁣⁣And the more we’re forced together, the harder it is to distinguish that pencil-thin line between hating him… and wanting him.⁣⁣
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Kandi Steiner

For all the girls who love football as much as I do…

This one’s for you.


A pinky promise is a sacred vow.

That was established for me at a young age. First, by my neighbor best friend who made me swear not to tell that she liked a boy in class, and secondly — solidly — by my twin brother when he made me vow not to tell our parents that he’d broken their favorite vase from their honeymoon trip.

It seemed simple as a kid, wrapping my pinky around another and knowing from that moment on, we shared something no one else would.

It was the ultimate symbol of trust, of responsibility, and I took it seriously.

Especially with Gavin.

Older than me by roughly six minutes, Gavin wasn’t ever just my brother. He was my twin. And as only twins understood, there was a bond more powerful than blood, more powerful than friendship, more powerful than love that united us.

He’d asked me over the years to make many pinky promises.

Pinky promise you won’t tell that I went to that party.

Pinky promise you won’t tell that I got an F on that paper.

Pinky promise you won’t tell that I snuck Larissa into my room last night.

The older we got, the more I found myself making promises, and I kept every single one. I promised without even thinking twice, without hesitation, without an ounce of doubt that I couldn’t keep the vow.

Until now.

“Riley, please.”

Gavin’s nose flared as his eyes searched mine, our hands clasped together at the side of the hospital bed. His shaggy, dark blond hair was greasy and matted to his forehead, his eyes hollow and red, skin ashen. If I didn’t know his diagnosis, I’d assume he was dying.

I shook my head, straining to swallow the knot in my throat.

“You have to,” he pleaded, squeezing my hand. “I swear, I’ll never ask you for anything again.”

My eyes welled with tears as he winced, trying to shift himself in bed but having difficulty. I helped him get comfortable again, and then he grabbed my hand once more, and I stared at that point of contact so I didn’t stare at his legs.

His immobile, paralyzed legs.

Just the word — paralyzed — made bile rise in my throat. It still felt like a nightmare, like an alternate universe that couldn’t possibly be real. My brother was only sixteen. He was healthy, a competitive athlete, a young boy with a bright future ahead of him.

Until the person who was always supposed to have his back decided to drive drunk and throw all that out a broken windshield.

I shook my head like I could shake the anger, trying to focus on what Gavin was asking me.

“I can’t—”

“Yes, you can. You’re a better kicker than me already and you know it.”

“That’s soccer, Gav. It’s different.”

“Not by much.”

Something of a laugh slipped out on a breath as I shook my head, swallowing down the bigger issue at hand.

“I’m a girl.”


I leveled my gaze at him. “Girls don’t play football.”

“Sure they do. There are a ton of girls playing football.”

“Not at the collegiate level.”

“It’s happened before. It can happen again. And if anyone can do it — it’s you.” He noted my hesitancy and squeezed my hand again. “Don’t act like you haven’t loved football, maybe even more than me, your entire life. You’ve run kicking drills just as much as I have.”

“For fun.”

“Only because you never considered it could be for more than that.”

I sipped a long, slow breath through my nose, letting it out just as hesitantly.

“I can help,” Gavin continued. “I’ll coach you. You already have the hardest part of it — which is that you can kick like Matt Prater.”

I frowned, staring at my chipping nail polish, at where my twin’s hand held mine, strong and steady.

“Why are you asking me this?” I found his gaze. “Why is it so important to you?”

Gavin rolled his lips, looking past me as his eyes lost focus. “Football has been my dream since I was five years old,” he confessed, and I knew that already without him saying so. I’d grown up in the same backyard where we played football anytime we weren’t watching it on television. “And now I’ll never play again.”

“You don’t know that for—”

“Riley,” he said, cutting me off. “I’m never going to walk again, let alone play football.”

“But they said—”

“Riley, stop!” He heaved, his manic eyes meeting mine. “I’m paralyzed from the waist down, okay? Please don’t deny that or pretend like we can change it.”

Tears flooded my eyes in an instant, and they were mirrored in my twin, one sliding silently down his cheek as he leaned toward me. I longed for so many things in that moment — namely to trade places with him, to take his pain for my own, to suffer that fate knowing he could go on to do what he’d always wanted to.