Love Goals

I knew my new job would come with complications. I just didn't expect the first one to be Tim Cheltenham—a hot soccer star, my broody former crush, and a man I love to hate. The last time I saw Tim, he was an eighteen-year-old soccer god with an English accent, a drop-dead gorgeous face, and a bad attitude. I thought I loved him. He thought I was a nerd. It only took me a ten years to get my priorities straight. Now, with a computer science degree under my belt, I've earned a top job with a professional soccer team, and I'm not about to let old mistakes ruin my future. So wouldn't you just know the first player I'm assigned to work with one-on-one is Tim. His game has some flaws that threaten his future with the team. Not that he wants to hear it from me. Not that I want to talk to him at all. I don't have time for a player who thinks he's the world's gift to any woman with a pulse. Tim is all charm, beautiful face, and hard muscle, and I intend to ignore everything about him that doesn't involve his cleats, a ball and a pitch. But we can be professional, can't we? I can help his game and he can help me prove my worth at a job I want. The very last thing I'm thinking about is love. Especially with the first guy who taught me it's just a complication. So what if the tension between us starts to look less like mutual dislike and more like white-hot attraction? So what if he comes to me now with real feelings and words that sound like the real thing? So what if he might be everything I imagined we'd be when I fell for him the first time? Maybe love isn't a complication. Maybe it's the goal.