The Pucking Wrong Number (Pucking Wrong, #1)

by C.R. Jane

At least I wouldn’t have to worry about her tonight. I’d copied her key, and after she fell asleep…we’d be having a sleepover party. Other people might call that scary stalker behavior. I called it true love.

“Well, I’ll be damned, boys. Lincoln Daniels is in love!” he shouted to the rest of the team scattered around the weight room.

I’d never seen fear in his eyes, but I saw it now. And it might have been wrong, but the little boy I’d been, the one he’d terrified and abused... He felt much better.

Lincoln: Give me a second chance, babe...and I’ll blow your mind. I stared at the text for a moment, confused…but intrigued. I tried to think if there was anything special or different about the day…but as far as I knew, there wasn’t. I decided to play along: Not in a million years could you blow my mind.