A disgraced quarterback, a forgotten first meeting, and a second chance neither of them saw coming.
Drake
Getting benched was bad. Getting traded to Miami . . . worse.
The real disaster? Everyone thinking I’m a draft bust who only cares about PR stunts.
To prove them wrong, I need to clean up my image—starting with community service at Play It Forward.
The problem? Lyla Wilder, the program’s administrator, clearly hates me. And I have no idea why.
Lyla
Drake Blythe is exactly the kind of athlete I can’t stand—cocky, reckless, and completely unaware that we’ve met before.
Now, I’m stuck babysitting him while drowning in work my boss won’t do.
I refuse to fall for his charm. But the more I see of the man behind the headlines, the harder it is to remember why I wanted to stay mad in the first place…
