The Perfect Putt (More Than a Game, #2)

by Annah Conwell

I try–and fail–to ignore how good it feels to have her in my arms despite the circumstances. It’s something that isn’t going to leave my memory for a long time. Because holding Ellie feels like stepping onto the beach, like home.

I was a goner from the moment I laid eyes on her the day of our interview. Trying not to fall for Ellie is like fighting a rip current. A hopeless endeavor.

That’s the kind of love I’ve always wanted. The all-consuming kind. The one where you walk in the room and you don’t see anyone else but that other person. The kind of love that sacrifices.