Sorry, My Future Husband Is Your Teammate

I can see how many times I’ll meet someone before they’re gone forever. For years, my childhood crush Caleb had a number in the thousands, so I was sure he was meant to be my husband. Then he told me to date his teammate. In that instant, Caleb’s number plunged to nine. And the quiet, stunning football player standing beside him? His number hinted at a future I wasn’t ready to face. Now Caleb can’t stand the way his teammate looks at me—but why does he suddenly fear losing the girl he never chose?