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

by Annah Conwell

“Tall, handsome, athletic men aren’t your type?” I ask. She leans back in her chair and crosses her arms with a smirk. “They are.”

“You shouldn’t have to make time for love, honey. Love comes first, and you make time for everything else.”

He leans in. My breath catches at his sudden proximity. “Because I’m going to change your mind.”

My face is so warm Crayola is going to name a new shade after me. Ellie’s blush, a bright, unmistakable red.

Because the more I learn about Ellie, the more I want to know. And that is a dangerous thing.

I say the first thing that comes to mind–well, not the first thing. Because my first thought involved setting her on the hood of my car and kissing the berry lipstick off her mouth.

“Life is more than a game, Miles. I won’t be a hockey player forever, but I will be her husband. I’m investing in what matters most.”

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.

If being delusional was a sport, I’d be smiling on the podium with my gold medal.

And I plan on winning her over.

I’m collecting details like shells in a bucket, and each time I get one all I can think is more. I want to know more. I want more of her.

She tastes like sea salt caramel and I’ve decided that it’s my new favorite flavor.

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