Callen Sinclair has been the bane of my existence since I was six years old.
You’d think that would have been my first red flag.
I mean you’d be wrong, but you could think it.
In my defense, my brother’s best friend also happens to be the scorching-hot tight end for the Philadelphia Kings football team.
He’s cocky and confident, with a sinfully sexy smile that could make a good girl do very bad things.
Lucky for me, I’ve never been a good girl.
He tried to tell me I was as off-limits as they come.
But when one night and one birthday wish end in one big pink plus sign, all bets are off.
