Angol
One night-that's all it was supposed to be. No names. No complications.
And now? He's everywhere.
In every trending video.
In all the news headlines.
On every freaking billboard.
Turns out, he's not just some guy. He's Flynn Holland, Lake City's new hotshot pitcher. The one that's supposed to end our team's fifty-year championship drought.
(The same way I've fantasized about him ending mine).
As if that weren't bad enough, my daughter loves him and he's the poster boy for my rival bookstore.
Flynn's perfect smile is plastered all over town, selling their books, like some kind of traitorous golden boy-while he's over here giving me his best game.
Pass.
I've had enough heartbreak for two lifetimes.
But then he looks at me, and I forget how to breathe.
Not to mention, he's so good with my little girl, it's downright unfair.
He's maddeningly gorgeous, ridiculously persistent, and dragging me straight into his spotlight.
