Excerpt 1
I unrolled my window, and the sight of him made me wish I had walked or called my dad instead. His playful green eyes smiled down at me. 

“Thank you for coming. I hope I didn’t tear you away from anything too important, like a date or something like that.” 

His brow raised, and I suddenly felt the urge to pound my head against the steering wheel. Maybe it would reset my brain and get it to start working right again.  

I felt like Baby in Dirty Dancing when she blurted out, “I carried a watermelon.” 

“You didn’t tear me away from anything. I was up watching ESPN.” His face broke out into a full-blown grin. “Would it bother you if I was on a date?” 

“Of course not. It’s none of my business what or who you do.” 

He snorted. “Yeah, I can tell.” 

“Whatever.” I sighed because it was obvious that I was lying. “How much do you know about cars?” I asked, leaning back slightly. His large frame was taking up so much room it was hard for me to think clearly.  

“What seems to be the problem?” he asked, sticking his head farther into my personal space. I could practically feel the heat coming off his body, and with the smell of his cologne, that was a dangerous combination for me.  

When I looked up to answer him, I swallowed, and my attention immediately went to his tattooed arms, gripping the end of my door. Every tiny movement would cause the hem of his shirt to ride up his toned stomach. I averted my eyes up to his sharp jawline and noticed his newly trimmed beard, it was short, and I liked it—a lot. It made his lips more noticeable, and I wanted to kiss him so badly that I envisioned what it would feel like. No doubt I would savor every second because a man as confident as him had to be skilled in that area. 

He cleared his throat, pulling me from my thoughts. “Rylee?” 

“Yeah?” I blinked up at him, trying to remember what we were talking about before I slipped into fantasy land. 

“Your car?” 

“What about it?” I was confused and distracted and making a complete fool of myself.  

His eyes were sparkling. “You mentioned something about overheating.” 

“Yes, right, that would be me.” My eyes flashed to his in mortification. “I mean my car! My car is overheating. Not me!” 

Excerpt 2
“I feel like we need to set some ground rules,” I said with a lot more confidence than I was feeling.  

“It’s cute that you think a set of rules will stop me.” He crossed his arms. “Don’t forget I read playbooks for a living. I know how to intercept rules and turn them to my advantage.” 

It was an act. It was all an act. It had to be because if it wasn’t, then I was in big trouble. 

“JP, you are forgetting that we are playing a different game. I’m playing for keeps, you’re playing for fun.” I tried to keep the waver out of my voice while reminding him we wanted different things. “I’m looking for a relationship, that’s why I go on these dates.” 

“I might not be an expert on relationships, but I know you’re not going to find the guy you’re looking for through a casual hookup.” 

“A girl has to start somewhere, right?” I grinned, my eyes shining at the scowl on his face. 

“How often do you go on these dates?” he snapped, and I wanted to laugh at the vein popping out of his forehead. 

 “Wouldn’t you like to know.” 

He laughed. “I’m not so sure about that.”