I wasn’t sure anyone else would hear it, didn’t quite know how I could, other than I’d grown up paying too much attention to Ash, watching him because he drove me batshit crazy. My brows pulled together at the vulnerability in Ash’s voice. “Want a chocolate éclair? I mean, I have an extra one and all, but if you can’t while you’re working, I understand.” It’s been so damn long since I’ve roamed these streets,” Ash said, then held up the bag with Mom’s logo on it. I thought maybe that wasn’t the Ash people usually took the time to acknowledge. And he’d also come because I’d done something nice for him and he would want to thank me. He’d come because he liked to get under my skin. He’d come because he knew it would fluster me, even though I hated that it did. It felt like something I shouldn’t know about him-that he would show up today, not considering the fact that we hadn’t seen one another in so long-but I knew. T he most fucked-up thing about seeing Ashton Carmichael standing in front of the station was that I wasn’t surprised. We don't just get each other fired up, we just might win each other's hearts.Too bad things are never that simple.Beau says you should try to be kind to everyone…unless they’re an asshole.
But there's more to Ash than meets the eye, buried beneath his ego, sarcasm and how we burn up the sheets together. Once he finds his way into my bed, I'm screwed-in more ways than one. Though that resolution would be a whole lot easier if he wasn't so tempting. I don't care if our kiss years ago was responsible for my sexual awakening. But when Ash swings back into town armed with his monster ego and an arsenal of stupid nicknames, everyone is in awe of him. I'm a firefighter, and I coach my brother's football team for those with developmental disabilities. Why do I like that so much?BEAUI might've spent years watching Ash live out my dream-without the off-field antics and orgies with women, at least-but I've made a good life for myself. And I always get what I want.well, except with Beau, who constantly calls me on my crap. Whatever magic he held over me then is still there. And right back face-to-face with Cranky Campbell, who hates me even more than he did when we were kids. Football is the one thing I use to distract myself from the truth, and when I screw-up and lose the game I love, I find myself right back in Fever Falls. If it hadn't been for that one teenage slipup where I kissed Beau Campbell, I'd be able to keep fooling myself.
ASHTONIf there's one thing I know, it's how to play the game.both on and off the field.
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