She's got a scalpel-sharp tongue. He's got touchdown hands. And their rules? Toasted.
I was just trying to move into my fixer-upper in peace. Then his dog broke into my kitchen.
And that's when Lucian Crawford—best football running back, professional menace, and the man who jogs shirtless like it's his job (it might be)—stumbled into my life.
Now we're sharing a fence, co-parenting his rebellious Vizsla, and exchanging wildly inappropriate texts that could definitely get me fired if I weren't self-employed.
He's hot, insufferable, and too charming for his own good. I'm sarcastic, broke, and trying to save my crumbling vet clinic without falling into bed with the hot redheaded next door.
He thrives on chaos. I am chaos.
So obviously, when he offers me a "roommate situation" while my house gets gutted, I say yes. Because I make excellent life choices.
We have rules.
We have boundaries.
We absolutely, positively should not cross them.
...We definitely crossed them.
Now the only thing messier than my clinic's plumbing is whatever's happening between us.
And I'm starting to wonder if this was more than a bad idea in the making.
It might've been fate. Or worse... feelings.
Texting, Trouble, and Touchdown is a slow-burn, laugh-out-loud romantic comedy featuring a chaotic vet and a hot running back who become roommates with very complicated benefits.
