Teardrop Shot by Tijan EPUB & PDF

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• Author: Tijan
• ISBN: 978-0999769140
• Language: English
• Genre:  Contemporary Romance, Romantic Comedy
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• Page: 376
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“Lucas is busy forking his new girlfriend, but if you’re feeling
vengeful, I can pop in my dentures.”
Those were the words I heard as three things were
happening at once.

One, I was just dumped.
The message was being delivered from Newt, my
boyfriend’s—no, my very, very recent ex-boyfriend’s—
grandfather, while I was standing on his doorstep.
Two, my phone started ringing.

I glanced at it, half hoping it was Luc-ass, but it wasn’t.
I gulped because the person calling was a blast from my
past, like my way early past before Lucas, before the guy I
was using Lucas to get over, before even him. That far back,
and while the person calling me was a guy, he wasn’t a
romantic guy. At all. It was more the group of people he
represented, a group that I left in my dust years ago.
So, hence the gulp, because none of them had called for at
least six years. Give or take.

While both those events were hitting me at once, the third
was what shirt Newt was wearing—my Reese Forster shirt.
I pointed at him. “You stole my shirt!” And because I was
getting flooded with everything happening, the question
blurted out of me. “If an owl could talk, what accent would it
have?”

My neck was getting hot, furiously hot.
Newt was the one in front of me, so I was dealing with him
first.

Who did he think he was?
A thief, that’s what.
I loved that shirt. I lived in it. Slept in it. Drooled even. I
did so many things in that shirt. And there was no way he
could claim it wasn’t because the collar was ripped. I put it
there, one time in frustration when I watched Forster get the
ball stolen from him during the West Conference Finals.
Reese Forster was the Seattle Thunder’s star point guard.
They had other star players too. In fact, their team was stacked
this year, but it was Reese.

It was my shirt of him.
I got it the first year he was drafted, when he was nineteen,
and while my obsession with basketball had waned over the
years, my obsession with him had not.
I kept up on his stats. He was lined up to have one of his
greatest years this next season.
Goddamn. I’d have to get a new shirt. Maybe a jersey
even?

“Is that a no on the revenge sex?” Newt countered.
“I hope your dentures get glued to the bottom of
someone’s saggy ass and you have to go to the emergency
room to get them removed. You old fuck!”
I stormed off after that, but my phone kept ringing.
Shit.

Looking down, seeing a name I never thought I’d talk to
again, I faltered in my storming away. I couldn’t lie, even to
myself because I wasn’t sure how to proceed.
Too many things were all converging at once.
But Luc-ass.

Was I devastated? No.
Was I annoyed? Yes.

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