He's the one thing she can't seem to avoid—and the last thing she wants to fall for.
Gavin
Baseball is my whole damn life. It's the air in my lungs, the blood in my veins, the only thing standing between me and turning into the loser my father was. That's why I don't mess around with women. No distractions. No weaknesses.
But then I see her. Brandy Lancaster. Midnight-blue eyes, curves that could bring a man to his knees, and hair so dark it looks like sin. The second she glances at me, I'm done. A goner. Hooked. She's sweet, shy, and so damn pretty, I feel like a caveman about to drag her off by her hair.
I don't care if I've got a championship to win or a reputation to protect—I'll burn it all down for Brandy. She's mine. She just doesn't know it yet. But she will. Because I'm obsessed, and nothing—not her wide-eyed protests or the walls I've built around myself—is going to stop me from making her my wife.
Brandy
I've got my little pet shop to run, and that's all I need. It's cozy, predictable, safe. I keep my head down, my heart locked up, and my world small. It works.
Until him.
Gavin Stone. Star pitcher. A man so massive, so devastatingly gorgeous, he doesn't walk—he prowls. That jawline could cut diamonds, and the way his broad shoulders fill out a plain T-shirt? Sinful. But it's his eyes that undo me. Dark, hungry, locked on me like he's already decided I belong to him.
I freeze the moment our eyes meet, caught like prey in the sights of a predator. The world shrinks to just us, and suddenly, I'm not safe anymore.
Because the way he looks at me? It's like he already owns me. Like I'm his obsession.
This baseball player plays to win, and the prize he's after? His obsession.
