This Is Crazy Read online Natasha Madison (This Is #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: This Is Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
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Doesn’t my girl @zarastone look great in my jersey?

“Oh my God,” I say and then see that it’s being retweeted over a hundred times.

“Yeah,” Zoe says. “Anyway, I have to go. I have a client on the phone, but call me.” She disconnects, and I go through the comments. One of them even tags Matthew and Max, and I have to put my hand over my mouth when I see Max’s response.

@EvanRichards, define your girl.

I text Allison.

Me: Is Max okay?

She answers me right away.

Allison: Matthew called him this morning. They are going over plays for when Evan comes to town. This is funny as shit.

Me: They aren’t really going to hurt him, right?

I have to ask her since I’m actually scared.

Allison: Good news is that they have a couple of games to calm down.

I scan the texts and finally open the ones from Evan.

Evan: Can you call me in the morning? I tried calling you, and I’m going straight to voicemail.

Evan: Sweet Zara, please call me.

Evan: I can’t sleep.

I’m about to call him when my phone rings, and I see it’s him.

“Hello,” I say, looking out the windows at the clouds.

“Hey,” he mumbles, and I can hear sleep in his voice. “I’ve been trying to call you all night.”

“I put my phone on airplane mode,” I tell him, and the phone sounds like it’s ringing. “Are you FaceTiming me?”

“Yes,” he says, and I accept the call. The little circle goes round and round, and then his face fills the screen, and I see he is in bed. He in on his stomach, and the phone is in front of him. I see his head. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he says, and I look down. “I don’t take care of my Twitter account.”

I look at him confused. “My sister Candace does, and she is the one who wrote that comment,” he says, and I hear barking, and then the phone flies out of his hand when the dog jumps on the bed. “Lilo, off,” he says and picks up the phone again. “Sorry, the dog jumped on the bed.”

I laugh, looking at the dog look at the camera his nose coming to the screen and sniffing it. “Go away, she’s mine.”

“Were you the one who wrote the comment about me being your girl?” I ask him. “Or was that your sister?”

“No,” he says, “she was sleeping. I deleted her comment and added my own.”

“You know that Max replied, right?” I tell him, and he just smirks. “From what my sister-in-law said, he’s fired up.”

He just shrugs. “Whatever,” he says. “Where are you?”

“I’m on a plane going to Chicago,” I tell him. “I’ll be there for four days.”

“When are you going home?” he asks.

“Saturday and then I’m out again on Sunday to LA.” I look at him, and he looks so tired. “Why don’t you go back to bed and call me later?”

“I’m going to sleep better now knowing you’re okay,” he says and tries to hide his yawn. “I’ll talk to you later, sweet Zara.”

I smile at the nickname he keeps using. “Talk to you later.” I hang up the phone, and the flight attendant comes out with my breakfast. I smile at her, eating the fruit and going over the designs I’m going to show Kellie. My phone rings again, and I look down, seeing it’s from my mom.

“Hey, Mom,” I say, putting it on speaker while I put everything back together.

“Hi, princess, you are on speakerphone. I’m here with your father,” she says and then, “Cooper, you said you would behave.”

“Oh dear,” I say. “I haven’t even done anything.”

“Why the hell is Evan calling you his girl?” my father says, and I swear I could see him coming closer and closer to the phone while he asks that question. “And why were you wearing that jersey?”

“Oh that,” I say, and I hear my mother laugh. “He invited me to watch his game.”

“How many minutes in a game?” my father asks me.

“A lot?” I answer.

“Parker,” he hisses at my mother.

“Honey, your father just got off the phone with your brother, and they are a little bit worried.”

“That I went to a hockey game? I’ve survived before, so I’ll survive now.”

“This isn’t a joke, Zara,” my father says. “He said you were his. You know what that means.”

“Um,” I say, and my father continues.

“There are certain men out there …” he starts.

“Like your father,” my mother says, “and your brother and Max and Zack.”

“Parker, this is not funny,” he says, and I can see them. “These men. Once they say you’re theirs, you’re theirs.”

“Dad,” I say. “I love you, I really do, but it was a joke.”

“You don’t joke about things like this,” he says.

“Dad, I have to go. We are landing right now,” I tell him. “Mom, can you calm him and the others please?”


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