A stupid little voice in my head whispers that maybe I could change my mind.
Find the right person and move forward without guilt.
This girl—on paper—is perfect.
Then the wrong thing happens.
I blink. Just once.
And I see someone else sitting where she is.
Someone I know too well.
And my heart—traitorous bastard—stops.
The candidate hesitates. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
No.
Because the attraction I feel for one Angel is driving me insane.
I’m not a feelings guy, I swear.
I’ve never thought about taking someone out, or building something real.
My wonderfully dysfunctional family made sure I understood early on that I donotwant a stable relationship.
So what the hell am I doing here?
What am I doing with my life and my career?
And why won’t Sloane Heart get out of my head?
I want to scream. Rip my hair out.
Run back onto a field and lose myself in the only thing I understand.
Soccer.
The team.
That’s what matters.
I just need to get back to doing what I love full-time.
I hate you, stupid brain.
Why did you have to picture Sloane in the stands at my gameright now?!
29
The “Perfect” Candidate (and the Worst Day of My Life)
Sloane
It’s been ten days.
