People rarely catch me off guard. I'm Collin St. James, after all, starting wide receiver for the Virginia Thunder, and 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 flummoxed, 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 sister's closest friend, and 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.
