San Francisco Strikers

Drunk-texting a grumpy soccer star? Best worst decision of my life. Especially when the player is the sinfully handsome, foul-mouthed Holden Sanders . . . my new library assistant. The benched bad boy needed an image makeover, I needed to save my job, and his star status was just what the library ordered to raise awareness for our fundraising campaign. The press can't get enough of Mr. Growly reading to kids.

The last time I saw Tim Cheltenham, he was an eighteen-year-old soccer hottie with an irresistible English accent, a painfully gorgeous face, and an enormous . . . ego. Fifteen years later, with a medical degree under my belt and a new dream job with The Strikers soccer team—his team—I'm not about to let Tim's bad attitude and grumpy scowl ruin it for me. But when my chauvinistic boss implies that he doesn't trust single women to stay on the job long-term, I panic and tell him I'm engaged.

I swear I didn't plan to steal my brother's car. But one impulsive decision later, I'm stuck in a cabin with his best friend, a grumpy, gorgeous soccer star. Did I mention there's only one bed? I'm a small town girl with big-city dreams of seeing San Francisco—cable cars and wine bars and the Golden Gate Bridge—not getting stranded during a blizzard in a tiny mountain cabin. And definitely not fixing leaks and playing endless board games with Danny Weston, who has zero construction skills and doesn't trust mine.