Loving the Wildcard

If only he wasn’t my best friend’s brother.

Do I want Easton?

Yes. Always have. Always will.

Do I love Easton? I’m not sure love is the thing I care about any longer, so ask me again after my biological clock stops ticking.

What I will say is that Easton, “Mr. Wildcard” Cameron is an arrogant, talented, sometimes grumpy (well, with me anyway) pro footballer and even though he’s infuriated me for years, he also lights up all my happy places no matter if I see him on TV or in person.

Then one fateful night, our years of snarky banter and “will we, won’t we” takes an unexpected turn.

It’s the NFL’s off season, and he’s back in Pineville for his sister’s housewarming party. An explosive kiss melts my brain and my resolve quickly turning into the complete loss of any good sense I may have ever possessed.

But I just as quickly learn the reason behind that soul shattering kiss that not only wrecked any chance another man could match it, but I’d begun plotting numerous ways to repeat it.

Apparently, he overheard desperation in my voice when I confessed my troubles to his sister. Being the consummate troublemaker and tormentor of my youth, he offers a solution that benefits us both.

As temporary as it is, I say yes. And now only time will tell if the years of avoiding our real feelings can bring us more than a bundle of joy.

Welcome to Pineville, Idaho, where love always finds a way.