That made more sense, although I still did not like where the conversation was going.
“I’m nothing like you were.”
“No?” He folded his arms. “This wasn’t years ago, Brett. A few months ago, I was still Liam ‘Bad Ass’ Andrews.”
“The entire campus remembers.”
“Damn right. Badass on the field and supposedly a badass in bed.” He smirked briefly. “I had women everywhere. We’re star athletes. We know how easy that can be. You walk into a party, snap your fingers, and someone’s ready to warm your bed. No relationship, no expectations, no settling down.”
“That was more your thing.”
“You think hockey players are morally superior?”
“No.”
“Good, because I’ve met Ollie.”
Despite myself, I laughed.
Liam’s expression sobered. “Women were easy because I never let them become complicated. We had
