Publicly fighting with a man for an oversold airline seat—embarrassing!
Realizing he was the quarterback for the Atlanta Arrows**—awkward.** Knowing he was your friend's older brother and teenage crush but didn't recognize you**—humiliating.**
When I stormed out of the airport after throwing a temper tantrum, I never expected to cross paths with him again. All I wanted to do was put the night behind me and enjoy a martini. The last thing I expected was for him to waltz into the bar and offer me a night I couldn't refuse.
I had every opportunity to tell him who I was. Instead, I lied and followed my heart—okay, that was a lie too. It was pure lust and maybe a little revenge that had me following him.
Now, we're flying back and forth between Atlanta and New York. And the more time we spend together, the harder I fall. Until news of our relationship gets blasted all over the internet. I guess it's true what they say, you can't believe everything you read online, or can you?
Now I'm wondering if I should have left my heart on the sidelines where it belonged instead of trusting him, especially since the news of our relationship isn't the only thing about to be exposed.
Contains mature themes.
