Nope, it’s Coach Wood’s daughter, and it’s not just because she’s insanely hot with her dark red hair and light gray eyes or her killer curves. Nope, it’s the fact that I know that face. I know that voice. I’ve touched those legs. I’ve kissed those lips. It’s the redhead from the bar. The girl I’ve been searching high and low for over the better part of a year. The girl who haunts me in my sleep. The girl I think about whenever I consider hooking up with another woman. The one I compare everyone to, who no one ever comes close to matching.
