The Boyfriend Playbook
Most Valuable Playboy
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The woman I want is as off-limits as they come.
I had an excuse two years ago when I met her on campus. She interviewed me for a story on major league baseball's rising stars, and we shared a hot, passionate night that ended far too soon, and without a mention of who her father was.
Now I know the innocent but sexy woman I can’t stop thinking about is the coach's daughter.
That means her dad is the guy who determines if I bat fourth in the starting lineup in every game, or ride the bench.
All the more reason to resist alluring, confident, brainy Reese every time I run into the reporter-turned-sports publicist.
That ought to be easy enough, until the time she confesses she's still carrying her V card, and she’s been wanting me to cash it in since the day we met.
Staying away from her is going to be harder than resisting a fastball down the middle.
Especially since I'm pretty sure she's the one who got away, and letting her slip through my fingers again would be a rookie mistake.
Weddings and me? We don't mix.
That hardly matters though since I’m not the one tying the knot. My cousin is. But guess what? My ex is the maid of honor.
Maybe the post office will send my invite to Mars instead of my home. A man can hope.
Turns out I'm not the only one dreading going solo to the wedding. My teammate's sister is too, so Sierra and I make a deal -- we'll go together as friends. Sounds like a perfect plan, since we're both still bruised from past relationships…
But we hatch an even better plan in the hotel room after the couple says I do. I have a week free. Sierra wants a breather from work. What if we spend the next seven days together?
We sign on for vacation sex and no commitments—just the good times we’ve both been missing lately.
So how the hell do we end up married on our stop in Vegas?