Intercepted by Love: Part One: A Football Romance (Playing the Field Book 1) Read Online Free Page B

around in circles under a snow laden pine tree. Was this how regular guys felt? The ones who were nerds or not athletic? The ones who stuttered or had fallen arches?
    Maybe being bald knocked him down a few pegs. Maybe she wasn’t attracted to his scruffy beard. He glanced at his watch. Her lunch break was dwindling. Maybe she was caught up with work, and she couldn’t contact him because she didn’t own a cell phone. Blowing out a steamy breath, he stomped on the doormat to remove the snow from his boots and opened the door to the library.
    It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the dark. Appearing casual, he checked out the circulation desk. No Andie. He strolled through the main floor. Not a flash of red hair beckoned to him. He couldn’t very well check out all the floors and basements of this extensive university library.
    Cade admitted defeat. He walked out of the library with his head down and his hands in his pockets. He’d always been the big man on campus, since he threw his first football in the Pee Wee league. Girls chased him left and right, and he never lacked for a selection. Heck, grad night for him was one big screwfest, followed by party hardy college ball, and then the pros where money flushed in a river of women.
    Except now, he was the Super Bowl Dog of the Year. And women talked. They’d probably laughed about him behind his back and bragged about bagging the guy who couldn’t aim.
    Splat. Something icy and cold knocked the side of his face, and a gleeful woman’s laugh jumpstarted his heart. Andie!
    Before he could bend down and pack a snowball to retaliate, she slammed another one at close range, then shook the pine bough and dumped a load over his shoulders.
    “I’m gonna get you,” he roared as he tackled her and they rolled on the snowbank, busily stuffing snow into each other’s coats.

Chapter Six
    A ndie squealed and bit her lip as an icy blob of snow trailed down her belly. She and Cade were outside the student store in between classes, so few people trampled by. Besides, the ones who did were tethered to their electronic devices, so they could safely horseplay without interference.
    She smashed a hurriedly packed snowball onto Cade’s neck, pushing it down his collar.
    “You vixen, you.” He growled, his voice husky with promise. “You know we’re going to have to get out of these wet clothes or we’ll catch our death of cold.”
    “Stop, stop, my underwear’s wet,” Andie said, breathlessly. Could she be any more forward and suggestive? She couldn’t imagine any of King David’s lovers uttering such a seductive come on.
    “I’m sure it is. Do you have an extra change of clothes handy?” He leaned over her, his eyes intent on her lips.
    Andie’s heartbeat skittered and she wet her lips, feeling her face flush. Was he about to kiss her? Should she let him?
    Cade chuckled while he pulled her up from the snowdrift. Out of the corner of her eye, she spied a bevy of students with their camera phones trained on them.
    An Asian man waved at her. “Can we take a picture with you?”
    “Sure,” Andie said at the same time Cade turned away.
    “I’ll take the picture,” he said to the man and motioned to his women friends.
    They giggled and squealed, motioning to Cade. “We want a picture with real Americans.”
    “Let me go first,” the man said, putting his arm around Andie. “Can you take off your scarf so we can see your red hair?”
    Uh, seriously? They were posing with her because she was a redhead? Oh, right. Red is an extremely lucky color in China.
    “You get in the picture too.” One of the women grabbed Cade. “I have a selfie stick.”
    “A selfie stick?” Andie’s jaw dropped. What the heck was that?
    Quick as a whip, the Asian woman pulled out a telescoping rod and snapped her cell phone to the clip.
    “Uh, I hate to be rude,” Cade said, stepping back. “But I have to go.”
    Before Andie could say a peep, he turned and wound his way