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laugh when the room was filled with tension. He was the guy who would dish out valuable advice about love, not the guy who punched walls and looked like he carried around a gun in the back of his pants in case someone got in his way.
    “I know I screwed up, believe me. I just want to know if you think I have a chance at getting him back.”
    More silence. This was not looking good for her.
    “All I can say, Brooke, is that you are going to have to be ready for a fight. Mason is…different these days. He’s changed. It can be difficult at times for Jake to even talk to him. He is bitter, angry and heartbroken. The one thing I can tell you is that, since he is so heartbroken, you might have a shot because it shows how much he loved you. He loved you so fucking much. If you hang onto that and remember what you had, you can use that to your advantage, then you might be able to get him back.”
    Brooke felt herself brighten. She could do that. She could help Mason remember who he used to be and what they used to have.
    “Fair enough. I’m moving to Denver and I’m getting my man back.”
    Lexi cheered into the phone. “Go get him, Brooke. If anyone can do it, you can.”
    “I can. I just need to make a couple of changes and I’ll make sure Mason never forgets me.”
    On the drive back down to San Diego, Brooke thought about how she was going to cut her long locks, add more layers, exchange her preppy outfits for more provocative, yet tasteful, apparel, get waxed and pull out her high heels. She had a man to win over and she needed all the help she could get.

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    Mason ripped his chin strap off and removed his helmet from his head. Rage was searing through his body as he headed to the water coolers to hydrate. Hell week for pre-season was over a couple of weeks ago, so why was his coach hassling him as if it was hell week all over again? At the moment, all Mason wanted to do was shove his cleat down Coach Ryan’s throat. He was a young coach, trying to make a name for himself as the offensive coordinator for the Denver Stallions, but all Coach Ryan was proving was what a giant dick he was. Mason and he clashed in every way possible, not a very good relationship to have with the guy who basically decided if he was ever going to get the ball or not.
    Mason grabbed a water bottle and squirted water all over his face. The heat was killer today and it didn’t help that his coach kept making him run for the long ball. Every inch of Mason’s body was sore, from his toes to his head. He wasn’t even going to mention the case of blue balls he had lately. Ever since the beach mishap he had at Jake and Lexi’s wedding, he hadn’t had the urge to fuck any other woman. It was rather devastating to his new bad-boy image. He just couldn’t get himself to go after any other girl. He needed to get Piper out of his system, but that was never going to happen. For one thing, she made it quite clear after her “revenge” that she wanted nothing to do with him and secondly, he had no clue where she was even located.
    It’s not like he hadn’t had any action lately, he just hadn’t gone all the way with a woman since Piper cockteased him on the beach. What a bitch, he thought. He should have seen it coming from the get-go. She changed her mind so quickly about him; he was an idiot and he deserved to walk back to the wedding with a fallen palm leaf covering his crotch. Thankfully almost everyone at the wedding was drunk.
    Mason looked out at the field and observed his team. The offense was taking a short break while the coaches figured out what kind of scrimmage plays they wanted to run, while the defense was going through drills.
    Mason eyed Coach Ryan with distaste coursing through his body. The man was such a prick. Mason couldn’t stand the sight of Coach Ryan with his stupid clipboard and wireless headset wrapped around his head, as if he was God’s football gift to the world.
    “Douchebag,” Mason muttered under his