Playing for Keeps

I’m a simple guy. I love football. I hate sports reporters.
No matter how luscious they are.

Tate
Chloe Smith is dangerous. I know this the minute she stalks me into the training room for a story.
She’s too ambitious to be trusted and too beautiful to be ignored.

Chloe
Tate Fontanna is ridiculous, playing hurt as if he’s irreplaceable. Another one-track minded jock.
But he’s too decent to be dismissed and too hunky not to want. Badly.

Tate
Bad press is the last thing I need in a contract year and I need to avoid it at all cost.
But avoiding Chloe is a lot harder than it should be.

When the sh*t hits the fan, can I trust her?
Or will she betray me?