People rarely catch me off guard.
I’m Collin St. James, after all: starting wide receiver for the Virginia Thunder. Playing football has kept me on my toes, but nothing could have prepared me to mentor our newest teammate, kicker Charlie Nicholson. I wasn’t caught off guard because I had to take someone under my wing or because Charlie was easily banging sixty-yard kicks through the uprights. It happened when the rookie’s silver helmet came off, and long blonde hair spilled out. Completely baffled, I edged closer and took in the prettiest blue eyes I’d ever seen. Charlie wasn’t only a complete knockout, she was also my younger sister’s closest friend. When she smiled at me, I knew right then and there I was in serious trouble. The last thing I needed was a distraction, but thanks to my gorgeous new teammate—and, to my surprise, my roommate—that was exactly what I got.
