Actually, forget “as if.” She totally has. Summer answers instantly, as if she’s been sitting by her phone waiting for a report. Her nametag reads “Stacy,” and I’m pretty sure she knows I’ve been ditched.Īs she walks off, I pick up my phone and shoot a quick text to my friend Summer. “Can I get you another coffee, hon?” The waitress, a curly-haired woman in a white-and-blue polyester uniform, eyes me sympathetically. No way am I flying back to it and subjecting myself to his overprotectiveness and terrible cooking again. Hastings is the small town I’m calling home for the next couple of years, but luckily, I don’t need to call my father’s house “home.” Dad and I might live in the same town, but before I transferred to Briar University, I made it clear I wouldn’t be moving in with him. I’m sitting in a booth at Della’s, the ’50s-themed diner in Hastings.
Why the hell am I still at the restaurant? I’m walking right out the door.Īt fifteen minutes, shame on me.
And if the inconsiderate ass is both ten minutes late and didn’t call? Thank you, next. Sometimes she screws you.Īt ten minutes, my patience would be running thin. I can forgive five minutes of tardiness.Īt seven minutes, I might still be somewhat receptive, especially if the lateness is accompanied by a heads-up call or text informing me he’s going to be late. Usually I’ll give guys a five-minute window. That’s the one risk I’m not willing to take.
But while it’s getting harder and harder to resist Jake’s oozing sex appeal and cocky grin, I refuse to fall for him. My father would kill me, my friends will revolt, and my post-college career is on the line. Nothing good can come from sneaking around with Jake Connelly. Which means this bad girl is in big trouble. But fate is cruel-I require his help to secure a much-coveted internship, and the sexy jerk isn’t making it easy for me. Harvard’s star forward is arrogant, annoying, and too attractive for his own good. As the daughter of Briar’s head hockey coach, I’d be vilified if I hooked up with a player from a rival team.Īnd that’s who Jake Connelly is. But I draw the line at sleeping with the enemy. They’re only partly right-I don’t let fear rule me, and I certainly don’t care what people think.
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