Razor's Edge: A Bad Boy Romance (Bad Boys of Football Book 2) Read Online Free

it changes who the child is, so I try not to say anything bad about my ex in front of him. She’s not making it easy for me, though.”
     
    I understood. My parents divorced when I was a teenager. My mother made it a point not to say anything negative about my good for nothing father. She always treated him with respect when and if he came around, but my father on the other hand, never had a kind word for her. He was jealous, vindictive, and plain salty where my mother was concerned. His attitude about her had a profound effect on me, so I got where he was coming from about how what someone says changes their children’s perceptions of themselves.
     
    “Not to be mean, but isn’t your personal information public knowledge? Don’t you think he’ll find out what’s going on and what’s being said? You play football, right?” I asked.
     
    E.J. stopped walking. “Yeah, I play football. Better than anyone else who has ever played. You really don’t know who I am? Have you been living under a rock?” His tone was sharp, like I’d offended him by not knowing how big a star he’d become since we’d last met.
     
    Well, that escalated quickly. “Here I was beginning to think, I was wrong about you when we were growing up. I used to think, you were nothing but an inflated ego on legs, but for a second, the tiniest fragment of a second, I started to change my mind. I was even considering apologizing to you for thinking badly of you before. But, now I get it; you may have changed your name, grew some muscles, and bought yourself some fierce contact lenses, but underneath it all, you’re still as full of yourself as you were back then.”
     
    He studied me, staring into my eyes.
     
    I swallowed hard, fearing I’d ensured, I’d be out of a job for offending him.
     
    “So, you still want me? Why didn’t just come out and say it? We could have scratched that itch twenty minutes ago,” he said, sneering at me like a vulture who’d found his prey.
     
    After a few moments of me struggling to formulate words and actually making them leave my mouth, E.J. took pity on me. “Well, you have my number. Use it, burn it or hang it up on your wall; it doesn’t matter to me. Have a good afternoon, Mrs. Jackson.” With that, he turned to walk out of the building.
     
    “What in the hell happened?” Felicia stepped out into the hallway.
     
    I shrugged my shoulders. “I have no idea. Things got out of control.”
     
    Folding her arms in front of her, Felicia used her infamous judging tone. “Well, whose fault is that? Girl, the man is a walking sin. Are you crazy? If you’d played it right, you could be living large. Did you forget how flirting works?”
     
    I sighed. “I’m not trying to flirt. He’s Edge’s dad. Not to mention, he’s also always been a jerk. Why in the world would I want to date him? I’m not trying to date. Like the movie says, I can do bad all by myself.”
     
    “You sure can,” Felicia said, making the sour puss face again. “And, you better get back to your class before Cantor pulls out the rest of his hair. Those kids can smell fear.”
     
    I rushed back to my room, anxious to get back to normal or whatever was normal for me these days. School had only been in session for three weeks and I felt like it had been a year since I had a day off. If my calendar hadn't said I'd only been back in town for less than 3 months, I’d swear on a stack of bibles, I’d been teaching in the United States for years. My husband Sam would laugh at me and how frazzled I’d become since he passed.
     
    When I was teaching in Spain, everything was working out beautifully for me. The children at the international school were kind and ever so eager to learn and to commiserate with an American teacher. It was even better that I happened to be a black American teacher. Many of my former students were minorities. They were military brats, anxious for a taste of home and I could provide it for them. Here, I