The Final Play isn't always the end. Sometimes, it's the beginning of something far more beautiful.

As a professional linebacker, I lived and breathed football. The only thing I loved as much as the game was my twin brother, Max, who kept me almost as busy cleaning up his messes. The most recent of which landed him behind bars.

So, it shouldn't have surprised me when a beautiful woman showed up on my doorstep, claiming to be pregnant with Max's baby.

Glory was unexpected, infuriating, and flat-out crazy most of the time. But no matter how hard I tried to deny it, that tiny spitfire slammed into my boring life with the strength of a Category 5 hurricane, blowing through my defenses until she'd carved her name in my heart-permanently.

I feared we would never work. She was a single mom, my brother's ex, and one more chance for me to fail yet another person I loved.

But if football was my church, then Glory was my heaven.

Contains mature themes.