The last person she expected to fall for
her just might be the one she’s been looking for all along.
Bliss McMahon isn’t looking for love. She’s got a degree to
complete and a life she wants to live. Besides, love isn’t looking
for her. The last and only time she’d tried dating, the whole
situation had ended in disaster. Being twenty-one and never going
beyond second base doesn’t exactly endear her to the guys, but the
one guy she never expected to notice her has. Will she give him a
shot or run the other way?
Evan Phillips has a way with the ladies. He can charm them
just as easily as he hits homeruns, but this ballplayer has a
problem. He won’t be able to pass art history without help. Enter
Bliss. Sure, he’s dated her roommate, and yes, Bliss can’t stand
him, but he’s not about to back down from the challenge of getting
her help. She’s spunky, out of his league and just who he wants. Can
the ballplayer convince Bliss he’s up for more than one inning or
will she forfeit before the game begins?
He’s ready to steal home in order to win the woman of his
Evan steered her to the building’s courtyard. The space,
filled with various plants and trees, was meant to encourage the
students and to provide a welcoming place to study. With the LED
lights draped from the small fruit trees and fake snow surrounding
the plants, the space looked festive. The play of light and shadow
set a certain mood, especially after hours of activity in the
He glanced over at Bliss. A smile curled on her lips.
“What’s on your mind?” Evan slowed to a leisurely pace. “You ran
away from me yesterday.”
“I’ve got lots on my mind.” She sighed. “I’ve got a couple of finals
coming up, I don’t have a place to stay and I refuse to take
incompletes because of my living arrangements. Does that work for
“Stay with me.” He’d been rash, but the answer would work. “I’m on
the fourth floor, and I’ve got room. Rick’s trying to get a single.”
“I can’t. You know they won’t allow co-ed rooms. Just co-ed
buildings.” She stopped. “Besides, I can’t.”
“Why? I don’t have a disease.” Evan faced her. “I’m housebroken.”
“I just… I can’t.” She closed her eyes.
“Bliss, talk to me. I’m not going to bite you or flip out.” Evan
clasped both her hands and kissed her knuckles. “I’m pushing too
hard, but I like you. I’m screwing everything up by coming on
strong, but I don’t know how to be anything else. Come here.” He led
her to one of the benches and sat her on his lap. “Talk to me.”
Bliss opened her eyes. “I’m… I don’t have a lot of experience with
guys.” She tensed on his thighs. “I’ve only dated once, and it was a
disaster.” She covered her face with her hands.
“Okay.” Evan rubbed her back. “Who cares? Some people don’t date
“I’m a virgin,” she said around her hands.
“Cool.” He respected her conviction. He’d lost his virginity the
night he turned eighteen. At the time, he’d thought he was doing the
right thing. Looking back, he hadn’t meant much to the girl he’d
“Cool?” She moved her hands and stared at him. “You sound like I’m a
prize to be destroyed. You want to be the guy who can claim he’s
taken my virginity.” She scooted off his lap. “I don’t play that
“Wait. Bliss.” He jumped from his seat. “Stop.” He grasped her hand
again, keeping her from leaving the courtyard. “Listen. Do I want to
date you? Yes. Sleep with you? Eventually. I’m attracted to you and
want to see where things can go. Am I going to push you? No.”
“Evan.” The muscle in her jaw tensed.
He navigated through the courtyard to the gazebo set up in the
middle of the area. “Sometimes, a good thing is staring right back