Water polo god.
Beautiful disaster in the most literal sense of that label.
Trust me, it's not hyperbole. He's in big trouble with the law.
What does this have to do with me, you ask? Unfortunately, a lot. For some reason, which I still can't quite wrap my brain around, I've been talked into driving him around as part of his plea deal.
Problem is, he makes me nervous. I'm not good with people, men in particular, popular athletes especially. I've worked really hard to get my disability under control and one minute in his company and all my hard work flies out the window.
To top it all off, I promised myself that I was going to make some serious changes this year. I'm tired of feeling awkward around boys. I'm tired of never having had a boyfriend. I'm tired of being lonely.
But I'm also not the type to turn away a person in need. So I'll do what I must to help him out.
I'll just pretend that I'm not enjoying his company. And I'll ignore the fact that he's sweet and funny. And I'll tell myself every day that he's out of my league.
Because I'm as inexperienced as they come...and Dallas Van Zant is nothing but wild.
About the Author
Paola Dangelico loves romance in all forms, pulp fiction, the NY Jets, and to while away the day at the barn (apparently she does her best thinking shoveling horse poop). She was born in Milan Italy, grew up in New Jersey watching her father paint the covers of bestselling romance authors like Danielle Steel and Amanda Quick, and after a long stint on the left coast returned to the right coast to write about finding love in a modern world.