Confession #2: Ryder “Ox” Maddox’s deep, sexy voice sends fuzzy tingles through my entire body, and I’m powerless to stop it. Which is a big problem since the hot, surprisingly funny hockey player is my new math tutor.
Confession #3: I can’t stop thinking about how ripped Ryder is from all his hockey training, and how fun it’d be to cross lines with him.
Confession #4: I kissed a hockey player and I liked it.
Confession #5: If I’m not careful, I might relapse and fall for Ryder, and then I’ll be totally pucked.
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The desperation responsible for my being here nudged me closer to the dark side. “Can I, uh, ask you a question about my homework?”
She crossed her arms and looked down her nose at me. “Can you, uh, not hit on my boyfriend?”
“I’ll do my best, but he’s just so sexy.” I batted my eyes and threw my hands over my heart. “I think he ate a whole pencil while he helped me.”
With a loud huff, she spun around and left me alone.
Yeah, I suppose I deserved that. Stupid big mouth and my inability to keep it shut. I’d be the type to talk muggers into killing me. I dropped my head on the table. Gave it a light bump for good measure.
I wonder if the paper will let me stay on as editor if I can’t graduate this year. With only one class left to conquer, I could get a full-time job, and then maybe I could afford one more semester.
If I don’t eat, that is, and who needs food?
Good-bye, hard-to-get internship that took so much string pulling that there aren’t any left.
I let my head knock against the table again, not caring if Jeremy and Brittany were discussing my nervous breakdown.
“Having some trouble?” The deep, familiar voice sent fuzzy tingles through my body, because every inch of me was determined to commit mutiny right now.
I was afraid of what I’d feel if I glanced up at Ryder. Afraid I’d see judgment in his eyes, and I wasn’t sure my ego could take him looking at me differently than he used to right now.
Since I could still feel his hulking presence, making me fairly confident he wouldn’t leave until I responded, I lifted my head.
My heart caught as I peered into his ocean-blue eyes. I didn’t see any judgment. More like a softening I didn’t deserve, and I thought that might be worse. Tears crawled up my throat, and if they burst free, I’d just drop out of college and run away and join the circus.
Or whatever the equivalent of the circus was nowadays.
A strip club’s daytime shift, probably. A whimper escaped at that thought and concern flickered through Ryder’s features. He sat in the chair next to me, facing me so that his knees were on either side of me.
“Yes,” I said.
“Yes to what?”
To everything. To whatever you want. To you. “Yes, I am having some trouble.”
Cindi Madsen is a USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance and young adult novels. She sits at her computer every chance she gets, plotting, revising, and falling in love with her characters. Sometimes it makes her a crazy person. Without it, she’d be even crazier. She has way too many shoes, but can always find a reason to buy a pretty new pair, especially if they’re sparkly, colorful, or super tall. She loves music and dancing and wishes summer lasted all year long. She lives in Colorado (where summer is most definitely NOT all year long) with her husband and three children.
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