I'm used to going for the easy things in life.
The easy A in school.
The easy lay in bed. The easy life my trust fund affords me.
Until I met Shelby.
Never in my life have I found retro T-shirts and lip balm so damn sexy.
She's exactly what I never knew I wanted.
And she's anything but easy.
But suddenly, easy is overrated.
Only one damn problem... For Shelby, hating me is easy.
For the first time in my life, I have to work for something. And though she may not be easy...she'll be worth it.
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Katana Collins is lucky enough to love her day job almost as much as she loves writing. She splits her time evenly between photographing boudoir and newborn portraits and writing steamy romances in a variety of genres -- paranormal, contemporary, new adult and suspense.
She bounces between living in New York and Portland, Maine, with an ever-growing brood of rescue animals: a kind of mean cat, a very mellow chihuahua, and a very not mellow lab puppy... oh yeah, there's a husband somewhere in that mix, too. She can usually be found hunched over her laptop in a cafe, guzzling gallons of coffee, and wearing fabulous (albeit sometimes impractical) shoes. www.katanacollins.com
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Katana Collins is lucky enough to love her day job almost as much as she loves writing. She splits her time evenly between photographing boudoir and newborn portraits and writing steamy romances in a variety of genres -- paranormal, contemporary, new adult and suspense, including Outlaw, Ex-Con, and Enforcer.
She bounces between living in New York and Portland, Maine, with an ever-growing brood of rescue animals: a kind of mean cat, a very mellow chihuahua, and a very not mellow lab puppy... oh yeah, there's a husband somewhere in that mix, too. She can usually be found hunched over her laptop in a cafe, guzzling gallons of coffee, and wearing fabulous (albeit sometimes impractical) shoes.
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By Katana Collins, Candace Havens
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My entire life — all twenty-one years — can fit in sixteen boxes. Putting the car into park, I looked over my shoulder into the backseat at the meticulously stacked brown rectangles. The half of the car I packed was thoughtfully arranged from large to small, with the boxes marked "fragile" placed on the top. My best friend Reagan's side was jammed in like a failed Tetris game. Not that I really cared. What was really going to break? A five-dollar picture frame I got from Target? The most valuable thing I owned wasn't packed inside a box, but the car that contained everything — my mom's 1969 MG Midget.
Reagan bounced in the passenger seat beside me, clapping her hands. "Dude, you've got to chill out," I told her. "You're like a freaking jackrabbit on speed over there."
"And you're acting like a sloth. How are you not more excited about this?" She flashed me a big, toothy grin.
I was excited. Even if I didn't wear my emotions on my sleeve like Reagan, that didn't mean I wasn't feeling them. Getting out of the car, I looked up at 148 Congress Ave — a beautiful, modern building that stood tallest of any residential complex in Charleston. Reagan wobbled out of the passenger seat, teetering in heels and a fuchsia miniskirt. I raised an eyebrow in her direction. "I thought you said you'd have no problem moving boxes in that," I said, grabbing a box out of my backseat and hoisting it onto my hip.
Her chin tilted centimeters higher. "I won't have a problem. I might just be a little slower than you two. Anyway, not all of us are comfortable wearing a dirty T-shirt littered with churro crumbs."
I looked down, and sure enough, the Nintendo logo was covered in crumbs and cinnamon sugar. Damn. I hated when she was right. "Um, excuse me, this is vintage," I said, brushing the crumbs off the 80s T-shirt I had managed to grab at Goodwill a few years ago. It was my favorite, and the cotton was so buttery soft. Mm, butter.
Harrison slammed his driver's side door before giving a whistle, looking up at my new building. The truck bed was filled with what few pieces of furniture I had acquired in the last few years. Thank God for friends with trucks, right? "Pretty nice looking," he said. "More than a step up from being a resident advisor over at the dorms, huh?"
"Yeah." And it only took me three years, four jobs, and endless persistence to get the place, since I wasn't exactly a prime candidate to most landlords. A parentless girl up to her neck in student loans? Yeah, doesn't really instill much confidence.
Reagan grabbed a couple of boxes as well. "Let's get this over with. I was promised pizza."
Moving sucks. Usually. But this time? I would finally be in my own apartment — a place where freshman wouldn't come knocking every time a roommate ate their yogurt. One where drunken eighteen-year-olds wouldn't lock themselves out and come crying to me at four in the morning. It was mine.
I'd been saving for years and had enough in my account for a year's worth of rent and then some. I managed to get the smallest, cheapest apartment in the building — size didn't matter to me. I know that all women say that, but I actually meant it. At least, when it came to apartments, I did. For all I cared, this place barely needed a kitchen. As long as it had the keypad lock and the twenty-four-hour doorman, I was set. Luxury was for suckers. But security? Safety? That was key.
Holy shit. I had a doorman. Me. For years, the closest thing I had to a doorman was the mouse that lived in my closet, and my "security system" was the bat I kept next to my door. While standing there, unmoving, frozen like an idiot, I made eye contact with the doorman through the floor to ceiling windows in the lobby. Though he was dressed professionally in business attire, his messy blond hair, blue eyes, and tanned complexion implied that he spent more days at the beach than sitting inside at a desk. His full lips turned up into a welcoming smile.
He rushed for the door, directly toward me. I knew he was just coming to open the door for me. I knew my friends were right there, and that it was broad daylight. And yet, even with logic and rationale on my side, that familiar panic of a strange man charging at me festered, clawing at the base of my ribs. Come on, girl. Get it together. A hot guy opening a door for you is not a reason to flip the hell out. He grabbed the handle, and as the door opened, a breeze caught my hair, flipping it up into the wind. Insecurity rose, and I quickly smoothed my bangs over the scar at my left temple.
As I gained my composure, he stood tall, gesturing for me to enter. Maybe he hadn't seen my damned-near anxiety attack. Maybe, just maybe, luck was on my side, for once.
"Thank you," I said. I stepped into the entryway as that momentary panic reduced to a low simmer. He was just a normal guy, doing his job and helping the new girl get into the building.
Without thinking, I lifted my lashes, and our eyes connected. The bolt of adrenaline was more potent than pure caffeine.
His grin widened. "No problem," he answered in a raspy drawl that was all southern gentleman with a touch of bad boy. "Welcome to the building."
I opened my mouth to say thank you again, just as Reagan slammed into me from behind, sending the items in my box flying across the floor.
Yep, that was more like it. My life in a nutshell. I wasn't the girl who demurely stepped past a hot guy. I was the girl who face-planted in front of him. Heat rushed to my cheeks as I dropped to my knees, gathering the spilled items.
"Sorry," Reagan squealed, peeking out from behind several tall boxes loaded in her arms. "Harrison forced me to take more, and I didn't see you there."
I waved her apology away. "It's fine. Here." I grabbed my new set of keys, tossing them to her. "You and Harrison go on up — fourteenth flour, apartment 1420. I'll be up in a second."
Harrison followed her to the elevators. "You sure?"
I nodded, and as the doorman crouched beside me, Reagan grabbed Harrison's sleeve, tugging him onto the elevator. He handed me some textbooks that had gone flying, pausing to look at the cover to my Advanced French book. His gaze drifted from the book back to my eyes — and, holy shit, his were such an electric shade of blue that a current resonated down my entire body.
Jesus, you'd think I'd never seen a hot guy before. I took the book from him and tucked it back into the box. "Thanks."
Yes, Shelby, he is hot. He is also your doorman. A guy you have to see on a daily basis.Oh God. What if my toilet overflows? What if I clog my toilet, and he's the only one working and —
And then he grinned again. Any concern I had about seeing him every day evaporated. That smile created two dimples on either side of his mouth. Wow. Just ... wow. Those dimples — I'd seen them before. You don't forget a smile like that easily. I caught my bottom lip, eyes narrowing as I studied his face. "You look familiar. Do you go to CSU?"
He leaned back on his haunches, his stare lingering for more than a second on my lips. When he finally met my eyes again, he offered me that sexy little half smirk thing once more. "Yeah, I do. I thought I recognized you, too. I don't really see you out much, though."
I shrugged, grabbing some random items — Chap Stick, deodorant, lotion — that had fallen and stuffing them back into the box. "I keep really busy. You must work a lot, too, though, right?"
He gave me an odd look, cocking his head. "What do you mean?"
My hand shook as I grabbed a box of Tic Tacs, the last item that spilled from my box. I was almost back to myself. Almost back to normal Shelby — or as normal as Shelby gets. "Moonlighting here as the doorman must take up a lot of time." I smiled. I liked that he was a student and held a job — just like me. And working in the service industry was thankless. As a waitress at Charleston's most notorious five-star historic restaurant, I should know. Though — thank God — I could finally cut back my hours there.
He pushed off his knees, leaning once more against the counter. "Oh, sure. I keep busy," he answered. "What about you? Find yourself moonlighting anywhere?" There was a twinkle in his eyes, and he loosened his tie.
I gave an exaggerated eye roll. "Who, me? I thought only heiresses and trustafarians were allowed to live here."
He raised a brow. "So, you're an heiress then?"
I pulled out the hem of my Nintendo shirt and did a twirl for him. "I'm offended that you can't tell."
For a moment there, I wasn't sure he got my humor. He regarded me cautiously, as though sizing me up. Then, taking in my worn jeans, retro tee, and (I'm sure) messy ponytail, his mouth twitched with that same smirk. Only this time, it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Of course, of course." He mocked a bow, tipping an invisible hat. And when he looked up through a web of thick lashes, my breath nearly gave way.
"You know I'm screwing with you, right?" I matched his grin and hoisted the box onto my other hip.
His smirk widened, slipping into a smile. And hot damn, that smile. It could easily be responsible for global warming. "Oh, you can screw with me whenever you want, darlin'."
I opened my mouth to answer, but the words got completely lost on the way out. Like, they disappeared into a different universe or something. The tingle moved to a full on electric bolt through my body, and to my absolute disbelief, the tips of my breasts responded as though I had walked into a freezer.
Normally, that kind of line would scream asshole, but from him it was hot.
He laughed at my lack of response and gestured to the box. "Can I help you with that? Shelby, right?"
His voice slid into me, under my skin, where I was pretty sure it could take up permanent residence. I nodded. God, I needed to get a grip. "Yeah, Shelby. And — I ... no. But thank you. Someone needs to stay here by the desk, right?"
"Right, right," he said. "Someone's gotta open the door for all those heiresses." Amusement flashed in his eyes, and he laughed, dropping his head. "I have to tell you, I'm not —"
Harrison and Reagan popped out of the elevator, interrupting us. Harrison walked quickly by for the next load of boxes, while Reagan stopped in front of me, putting hands to her hips and tapping her toe. "You two are adorable and all, but I am not moving all your shit for you." Pressing her palms to my back, she gave me a gentle push to the elevators.
I shrugged, and the guy grinned back at me as another man, older and also in a suit, came up from the basement. He shook hands with the hot guy, who waved before pushing through the front door, relieved of his shift for the day.
Damn. I hadn't even gotten his name.
* * *
A few hours later, I put the last book onto my shelf with a contented sigh, straightening the framed picture of my mom and me beside it. Done. For the first time in three years, I was actually glad to have spent my adult life in the dorms. It made for a quick and easy move. Harrison gave me some of his furniture — a bookshelf, a futon, a trunk that I'd be using as a coffee table, and a couple other odds and ends.
The minimalist lifestyle suited me well. And the lack of furniture made the small apartment more roomy. Glass half full, right?
From above us came a pounding noise, not dissimilar to the sound of elephants stampeding. I stole a quick glance at the clock — a little past eleven. "What the hell are they doing up there?" I looked to the ceiling as though it held all the answers. Music, heavy on the bass, pumped through the vents and the walls vibrated with the pulsing rhythm.
Reagan followed my gaze. "It's the fifteenth floor up there, right? That's the penthouse."
She shrugged. "So nothing," she said. "Just, I bet they throw some kick-ass parties."
I snorted, curling my lip at the thought. "Of course they do. And they get away with noise pollution while they're at it."
Harrison snaked an arm around my shoulders and pulled me in for a hug. "C'mon. Don't let the penthouse folks ruin moving day. This place is amazing."
I rolled my eyes and gave him a gentle push. "Oh, please. You both live in Newbury Commons. Your apartments are triple the size of this place."
Reagan dropped herself onto the futon — my futon — and kicked her feet up on the trunk. "Sure, if you like buildings that are a hundred years old."
"You live in the historic district. All the buildings there are a hundred years old."
She shrugged and rolled her eyes, grabbing a slice of pizza. "Whatever. All I'm saying is that you live in a brand new building. With state of the art everything."
My stomach flipped. I did, didn't I? And it was officially mine. "It is pretty great, isn't it?"
Another slamming sound came from above, followed by a chorus of shouts.
Harrison grinned, ignoring the party, and looked to me with raised eyebrows. "It is. My dad says it's one of the safest buildings in Charleston."
"Then how come you didn't get this place?" Reagan asked, dabbing the grease off of her slice with a napkin.
Harrison grew quiet and looked down at his shoes. "Oh, you know ... it's a little small for me." He looked up sheepishly, and a stray bit of dark hair fell into his eyes. He brushed it back with a shrug.
That same excitement I had been feeling all day dropped, and my stomach turned. "Is that how I got this apartment?" I asked quietly. Part of me didn't want to know the answer. "Did your dad pull strings to get me in here?"
"Naw." He shrugged, turning away, and dropped to the floor, reaching for his own slice of pizza.
I dove forward, sliding the box away. "Harrison ..." I warned, narrowing my eyes at him.
Finally, he sighed. "Fine ... kind of. When this apartment opened up, it was too small for me, but I also knew you had an application in for the building. He made a call." My glare hardened as heat burned through my gut, and out of instinct, I brushed a finger over the scar at my temple. It sliced down my hairline to the base of my ear. My knuckle swept across the wisps of my long bangs, and I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. "One call." Harrison threw his hands into the air. "That was it, I swear."
"I don't want his help. Ever." That man had made my life a living hell for years. I didn't care if he was genuinely trying to make amends. It was too little too late.
He continued to stare at the corner of the trunk. "All right. I'm sorry."
"Harrison, I mean it —"
"I know. I get it," he said, finally looking at me. "I'm sorry. But for the record, he did it for me as much as you. It means a lot to me that you're in a safe place, especially now that your mom ..." He trailed off, swallowing. "Now that you're on your own. Don't make it into something bigger than that. You're happy here. Let yourself be happy."
I gave in, nodding. Harrison loved me — he was the closest thing to a brother I'd ever have, and he was just trying to make my life easier. I couldn't blame him for that.
I slid the pizza box back over to his end of the table.
"If it helps, I don't think his call even did anything. Your application was next up, anyway." He grabbed a slice and grunted as melted cheese slid off.
It did help. A little. But I wasn't about to say that out loud. "Should we study?" I grabbed the used French book I had just picked up for classes tomorrow and crossed my fingers that the person before me was some sort of genius who took awesome notes in the margins.
Ugh, French. The necessary evil I needed to pass in order to get my international business degree. I'd known Spanish for years. And Italian was relatively similar, but French was a bitch. Languages never came easy for me to begin with, so why I chose international business was a mystery, even to me. Well, except the fact that it was almost a guaranteed job placement. Business degrees were solid, and international business? That meant I wasn't limited to only domestic jobs; I had my pick of the world — in theory.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I truly enjoyed this one. It is written in the first person point of view, but with dual points of view. That made this book work so well. Getting in the heads of both characters. Tate is a rich party boy going to college, but once he meets Shelby it shows him that maybe that life style is getting old. Shelby wants nothing to do with any wealthy boys, but Tate seems different. I just loved the way Tate is with Shelby especially after we learn her back story. She needs someone like him in her corner. I will warn you have tissues ready when you read the epilogue. It's so beautiful and I had tears running down my cheeks. I believe it sums up how beautiful this book though you don't realize it until that moment.
Four Beautiful Stars! Shelby has had a hard life and does not trust very easily. She thinks she is moving on with her life when she moves in the new apartment but then she sees Tate. Tate is used to getting things the easy way but that changes when he sees Shelby. Their attraction towards one another is palpable, but can Tate win Shelby over? The story is well written and the characters are great. I felt the different emotions these characters went through, there were moments when I was happy to moments when I was sad. This is a beautiful love story and I recommend that you get it now! I received this book as an ARC for an honest review. This book was read and reviewed by Annamaria for Alpha Book Club. Plot: 4 Chemistry: 4 Pacing: 4 Ending: 4 Character Development: 4
This is a great new adult book that pairs the privileged Tate and the hardworking Shelby. They meet when Shelby moves into Tate's building before her final year of school. They come from very different backgrounds and initially Shelby can't stand Tate. He pursues her and they end up spending a lot of time together. A relationship begins to develop, but it is complicated by history and communication skills. As the story progresses, both Shelby and Tate mature and find happiness with each other. I enjoyed this book. The main characters matured throughout and the plot was fast paced. I would recommend this book to fans of New Adult and contemporary romance. I was given a free copy for an honest review.
This is the first book of Katana's I've read and I love it. the balance of drama, sex and romance is perfect. Shelby has some deep seeded pains on her life and it takes everything for Tate to break through even some. In one aspect of life she's very strong and move forward personality that often comes to a screeching halt with panic attacks and down right fear. I really enjoyed her development. Tate is your average spoiled rich boy who also shows tremendous growth throughout with a few demons chasing him from the past. love both characters and what they stand for. the pace of the book is spot on with the perfect amount of telling and dialogue, no dull moments or repeats. the story holds your attention to the end and even with some things predictable, the way to the finish is creative and unique. The chemistry between the two is undeniable and I hope to see more of Regan, Harrison and Brad in future books. thank you to entangled publishing for the opportunity of reading this in exchange of an honest review.
Going into this, I imagined a more typical "bad boy"/goody-two-shoes story (which is a guilty pleasure of mine), but this delivered so much more than I could have hoped! The relationship between Shelby and Tate is so intense in all the best ways. He shows his depth fairly quickly, being my favorite type - the cocky but sensitive guy you cannot help but love. His patience and understanding is ao very heartwarming and just plain awesome. His character really shines here. His warmth and depth is almost surprising, considering the Devil-May-Care attitude we initially encounter. And Shelby is such a fiery sweetheart herself. I didn't feel like she was as understanding of Tate's situation, but her issues being what they were (Trigger Warning: Sexual Abuse), it makes sense. Her strength and courage is admirable, as much as her quick wit. This didn't rush things between the two, and I liked that it did things a bit differently. Things like Tate's patience with bedroom activities and the lack of InstaLove were refreshing. Honestly, I also loved how the sex was atypical. It added such a fantastic and real layer to it all. And the cuteness of Tate's research?? Totally swoonworthy. The mystery of Shelby's past was well-shrouded until the reveal too. It didn't bother me that it was alluded to with only a little revealed at a time. It kept me trying to guess (though I guessed at how she was connected to Harrison). Her reactions to things felt spot on, especially her grieving over the recent passing of her mom (the anger, longing, and guilt). The banter and overall interactions between tge couple, their "families," and their friends all felt very natural and everything flowed really well. The characters felt appropriate for the New Adult genre. I found the pacing to be good, chugging along just right. The last 20% sped up some, pace-wise, but was still satisfying. Loved this. So much. Or, I should say, J'adore beaucoup cela! ;) I received a digital ARC from the publisher through NetGalley.com for an honest, unbiased review. This in no way influenced my review. My opinion is my 100% own.
Blind Spot was not what I expected. Tate was more of a lost soul than a bad boy. Until meeting Shelby, his life was a piece of cake. Shelby taught him that the more effort you apply, the more precious the reward. Tate was Shelby's total opposite. She knew anything worth having was a fight to hold on to. Her life was full of turmoil and hurt. Her ability to trust is non-existent and her BS radar is permanently on high alert. Meeting Tate taught her that she was deserving of love and he brought back the hope that she had given up on due to her hard life. There was a learning curve for Shelby and Tate as gradually they built something special. It seemed to stall halfway through but still delivered a lovely read.
I am going to give this 3.5 stars simply for the fact it was well written and the storyline was basic, done before but given the writing a little better. This is not a light hearted book and the author handles the subject matter well. I had a few areas in the book that didn't fit for me. The characters weren't easy to connect to. They seemed to lack depth or range of emotion. Especially Tate. Tate simply lacked, period. His character had a void. Shelby's character would head in the direction were I'd think she'd come forth and then the story line just dropped it. Almost like a train of thought was broken. Even that said, I felt Shelby was well done enough and could stand on her own. It stalled in a couple places I felt however I kept going and it seemed to pick back up and then spiral down again. Perhaps it was lack of consistency in keeping these two on track. In one direction or another. I thought the back story was great. And the bones were there, I just felt the ball drop somewhere fairly early on. Shelby as an MC with Tate as a minor would have worked a tad better. *arc from publisher and NetGalley** in exchange for an honest opinion
This is a light and easy romance with a rich, trust fund male who is used to having everything he wants without any effort whilst she is an orphan who has to work hard for all her successes. Their insta-love/attraction leads to some misunderstandings but his patience and resilience make this an enjoyable read to escape into. She's been damaged both physically and emotionally by events from the past but he is willing to work hard to help her and to be patient to help her heal and trust again. I enjoyed the repartee between the different characters. Shelby has two very close friends, they're her family now and very special to her - along with her Mum's old car, even if it does keep breaking down! Moving into her new one bedroom apartment in the secure block is a big move for Shelby. Initially she assumes that Tate is one of the guards on duty but soon finds out he actually owns the penthouse apartment above her own. Unfortunately she finds this out after calling the police in to get him to turn his music down! When he is given community service, working in the local tutor centre that means the two will be working together in the near future. Will they give in to their attraction or will her fears and reticence drive him away? It is a story about not giving in to fears but working with others to help overcome them. It is about making changes of your own choosing to help make a successful new life for you and your partner. I had not read anything by this author previously and I will certainly look out for my about her in the future. I was gifted a copy of this book in exchange for my honest review.
Shelby has had a hard life. Which lead her to trust no one except her stepbrother and her best friend. She won't even accept the help of the police any longer. Now security is everything to her. When moving into her new building she is finally happy because it is the most secure building in the city. Ignoring the fact that the apparent doorman causes her to feel things she never had before or the fact that she will never be who she use to be. She thinks she may finally be moving on with her life. But just like life loves to do. Shelby is thrown a curveball in the form of the neighbor up stairs and the apparent interest of many guys around her. Tate is use to getting things the easy way just like the blurb says. But what he never expected was the interest that comes when one women pays him no attention and wants nothing to do with him. Tate is willing to do a lot for her which makes him more interesting. Especially when he shows some jealous tendencies. These two characters are great and when they get together they are amazing. I loved how Shelby tries to get beyond her past and the lengths that Tate and her friends go to help her. I absolutely hate Tate's parents but that is as to be expected due to their self involvment. I would definitely recommend this book to anyone who loves a good romance that goes beyond the normal plot. And I definitely recommend the author because I loved her writing style of infusing the past and the present to make an all encompassing great read. ~A Book Obsessed Chicks Review Team Selection.
Tate doesn't have to work for anything. His trust fund allows him to buy whatever he wants, he takes classes he knows he'll get an A in, and his governor-father keeps him from getting into too much trouble. When Tate meets Shelby, he's captivated by the one woman who refuses to come easy and does everything he can to get her to succumb to his charms. After working tirelessly for three years, Shelby can finally afford to move out of the dorms for her senior yer of college. Shelby's life has been so difficult and she can't trust many people outside of her two best friends. She's not really interested in getting to know her new neighbor but when she learns that he can help her pass her Advanced French class, she reconsiders spending time with him. The author did an amazing job connecting me to Tate and Shelby. I felt such a broad range of emotions with this story. They both have hurts in their pasts that affect their actions in the present and they help each other move past those experiences. Tate and Shelby complement each other perfectly. This story draws you in and doesn't let you put it down until the end. *I received a copy from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.*
I really enjoyed this one. While there isn't anything particularly spectacular about it, it does have a nice story with a very easy flow to it. The writing is excellent and the characters are interesting, it just didn't have that "awww" moment I needed to make this a 5 star read. Tate was great with Shelby though and I really appreciated how he didn't push her. Overall the book did keep me entertained and I would definitely recommend it. Tate is the typical trust fund kid. Floating through college without any real purpose, partying a bit to much, and generally not taking anything to seriously. Shelby on the other hand has had to work for everything her whole life and no matter what life has dealt her, she keeps pushing forward. It's no wonder their first meeting isn't that pleasant but there is something about Shelby that keeps Tate coming back. She might be the first thing he's ever had to work for and he doesn't plan to lose.