Trust is like car keys: easy to lose and hard to get anywhere without it…
Evan only intended to strike up a casual conversation with the stunning blonde with Goldie Hawn looks–now he finds himself trying to cross paths with her on campus every chance he gets. But his water polo teammate appears to have damaged his chances with Farrah before he could even ask her out.
Farrah’s been out with players from the water polo team before–and it’s always ended in tears. The handsome medical student who wants to help her get revenge says he’s not like them…but there’s only one way to know for sure.
Will a trip to his hometown seal the deal or prove this player’s all washed up?
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“You’re going all the way home for a birthday party?”
He gave a big shrug. “I go home most Sundays, anyway. Makes my mom happy. It’s not that far. An hour, give or take. Less, the way I drive.”
Farrah crossed her arms over her belly, even as the sweetness of his comment about his mom landed in her chest. “I shouldn’t be surprised that you’re a fast driver, given the speed at which you seem to enter relationships.”
“Now, now, Miss Eastman, don’t think those kinds of thoughts about me. My intentions are pure. I’d have you back before curfew.” He leaned forward again, glancing toward the windows where Jefferson watched their interactions. “And best of all, I’d like to offer you something you can’t get on your own.”
“And what’s that?”
“Revenge,” he said somberly.
Farrah sat back, her eyes wide. “Revenge? On whom?”
He indicated toward the windows where Jefferson and their teammates were standing, and she felt herself go cold all over. “I don’t give a burnt brownie what he wants.”
“I thought you might say that. So I should probably let you know that our mutual acquaintance over there dared me to ask you out.” Evan leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. “Now, that didn’t seem like much of a challenge, so I’m guessing he was hoping to embarrass you somehow, and I don’t appreciate that much.”
She nodded slowly. She took a sip of her drink, then let out an enormous sigh. “We went on a few dates, Jefferson and me.”
“Yes, I saw you arguing.”
“I think everybody did,” she said, reddening. “He’s the reason I’m done with water polo players. One of several reasons.”
“Except me, right?”
She pressed her lips together briefly before tipping her head back and forth. “That remains to be seen. It’s a new rule, and I’d hate to break it before I even try it out.”
Author Bio:
Fiona West lives in the Pacific Northwest. Writing romance is her favorite thing, followed closely by reading, knitting and drinking tea while looking out the window. When she’s not doing those things, she’s spending time with her husband and two kids. Her debut novel, The Ex-Princess, received a starred review from Publishers Weekly and was named one of their Best Books of 2019. The first book in her contemporary romance series, Could Be Something Good, also received a starred review from Publishers Weekly. Find out more about Fiona at http://www.fionawest.net or sign up for her newsletter at http://www.subscribepage.com/westwind.
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