Chapter 2“Am I losing my touch?” Desmond Stratton asked his cousin, Evan Caruthers, as he reached for a slice of pizza from the 28-inch pizza Mario’s was famous for.
“Absolutely,” Evan said without pause.
“Funny. I’m serious.” Des glanced down the table at their fellow teammates. Most of them were wolfing down pizza at an alarming speed. But they paid very little attention to him and Evan.
Evan, a tall thin blond, tilted his head to look at Des. “You mean like your throwing arm?”
“No, not for football.” Des cleared his throat. “Sexually.”
His cousin snorted. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Des sighed. “This morning and this afternoon, too, actually, I tried turning on the charm and—”
“Wait, wait.” Evan laughed. “Are you saying someone didn’t fall down at your feet in a swoon?
