Broken Player (Westfall U #5) Read Online R.C. Stephens

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Westfall U Series by R.C. Stephens

Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)

I’ve had my heart crushed more times than I can count. Swearing off men was the best thing I ever did. The second best—taking a job waitressing at The Firken bar off campus.
My grumpy boss is nice to everyone… except me.
Which shouldn’t bother me, but it does.
Darren is handsome, mysterious—and even more unavailable than I am.
I’ve gotten over my ghosts, but he’s still chasing his.
I thought after years of working in close proximity maybe, just maybe, we would finally cross that line. But almost kisses don’t count, not even off the clock.
I wish he wasn’t so closed off, so he could see what I see.
He may be a broken player… but his damaged heart is definitely worth saving.

Falling in love again is not an option. Keep my distance… that’s the rule.
Running The Firken and working as a personal trainer is all I have room for in my life.
Night after night I watch Blossom turn down guys. And every damn time I’m relieved.
She’s smart, beautiful, and something about her makes me want to protect her. Even if that means from me.
After years of fighting my feelings we became friends, until I ruined things by pushing her away and into the arms of another man.
I need to pull it together or risk losing the best thing that’s happened to me since my life came crashing down.



Almost three years ago

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Sun peaks in through my blinds and I wince. My brain is still foggy from last night’s bad dream. In my dream, Preston stole my car and ran Rebel over. I woke up with a racing heart in a fit of sweat and tears. Relief washed over me that I didn’t wake everyone else up. It’s bad enough I’m a complete failure and mess. That I fell for a guy who was just as bad as my father was. I don’t need Rebel and Paris to know my head is all messed up too. That I carry the burden of my bad choices on my shoulders like a heavy boulder, each day weighing me down. I can’t help it. Daddy almost killed me and Rebel. He left her an amputee. Instead of learning from my mama’s mistakes, I went on and repeated them. Falling for a handsome guy who could walk the walk and talk the talk. His bedroom skills sucked me under and what does that say about me? It makes me feel stupid and low. I wonder if that’s how Mama felt. Maybe she was so embarrassed and filled with shame she could no longer look Rebel and me in the eyes, so she took off. I tried to convince myself that I was better but. . .

My bedroom door swings open. “Shit! Why are you still in bed?” Rebel asks, watching me wide-eyed.

It’s then I realize I’ve messed up once again.

“Darren called, said you didn’t show up for your first day. You were supposed to be there an hour ago,” Rebel says, looking at her watch and then at me.

“I-I’m. . .” I wipe wetness from my cheeks. “Crap. Apologize for me. I’ll be dressed and out of the house in five.”

Rebel deflates and sighs. “You’re getting a fresh start. Stop thinking of that asshole, Preston. He’s in the past and this is your future.”

“I don’t start school till September,” I counter as I slip on a pair of blue jeans. I turn around and remove my pajama shirt and then put on a bra.

“School is going to be so good for you and you’re going to love to work at The Firken,” Rebel says cheerfully, her lips turning up, her blue eyes bright and filled with promise.

My sister has been a ball of cheer since she and Wolfe professed their undying love for one another. I’m happy for her. She’s got a good head on her shoulders and she’s going places, but her constant cheery moods are making me nauseous.

I roll my eyes and slip on a T-shirt, then I pull my hair into a bun and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth. My head is still swimming with my nightmare.

“I’ll go downstairs and prepare some coffee and something to eat,” Rebel mumbles, as she turns on her heel.

I head into the bathroom to brush my teeth and when I see my reflection in the mirror, I wince at how blotchy and red my face is. I didn’t feel myself crying, but maybe I woke up that way. It’s been happening lately. I rinse my face with some cool water and take a towel to dab my face dry, hoping the redness will calm down. I slip my driver’s license and a ten-dollar bill into my pocket and head downstairs. Rebel already has a mug of coffee ready for me.

“I made you an egg sandwich,” she says, placing a white napkin with a sandwich inside it into my palm. She shoves the mug in my other hand. “Make sure you eat and apologize to Darren.”