He's the one thing she can't seem to avoid-and the last thing she wants to fall for. Trey Cindy Crews is everything I never knew I needed. Winning the championship used to be my only focus, but the second I lock eyes with her-those pretty golden eyes shining with fire and sass-I see everything I didn't even know I was missing. My future. My forever. But Cindy? She's a feisty little spitfire who's determined to keep me at arm's length. I see the way she feels it, though-that electric pull snapping between us like a live wire. She can deny it all she wants, but I'm not the kind of man who backs down. Not in life. Not on the court. And definitely not when it comes to her. Her walls are high. Thick. Impenetrable, she probably thinks. But she doesn't know who she's dealing with. I'll bulldoze my way through every single one of her defenses if it means claiming her. Because Cindy Crews is mine. This isn't just a game-it's the fight of my life. And I don't lose. Not ever. Cindy The moment I laid eyes on Trey Carter, I knew I was in trouble. He's all cocky smiles and raw determination, a star athlete with a body built for sin and an ego to match. He's the kind of man who decides what he wants and doesn't stop until it's his. And somehow, he's decided that I'm what he wants. I can feel the sparks flying every time he gets too close, every time his deep, gravelly voice says my name like it belongs to him. My stupid heart flutters, my knees go weak-but I can't let him win. Guys like Trey don't go for girls like me. Not really. But Trey doesn't seem to care about my logic. Or my walls. He just keeps coming, pushing, insisting that I'm his, no matter how hard I try to push him away. Trey Carter might be used to winning, but I'm not a game he can play.
