Tempting (Red Lips & White Lies, #1)

by Bella Matthews

Mac’s breath gets stuck in her chest before she lifts those shock-filled, honey-brown eyes my way. After a minute, her surprise turns into a small, hesitant smile—still fake, but not as obvious this time—when she turns back to this asshole. Dr. Richardson nods slowly. Creepy as fuck. A little too calculated for my liking. “Sinclair . . . Your name sounds familiar,” he muses as if trying to place me. Good luck, asshole. There’s a shit ton of Sinclairs in this town, and I’m related to all of them. “Nixon plays for the Revolution with my brother,” Kenzie offers sweetly, her voice quiet. Too quiet for this woman. “Hockey?” he says the word like it’s beneath him, and I grind my teeth. “For some reason, I was thinking football.” “That’s my father and grandfather,” I grunt and wait for it to click. I don’t have to wait long. “Your dad is Declan Sinclair? The hall of fame quarterback for the Philly Kings?” he asks with an awe in his voice I know well. Declan Sinclair is pretty fucking awe-inspiring. He’s a pretty amazing dad too. “That makes your grandfather the coach.” I nod, used to this shit. This town worships football, and my family is Philly football. Dad. Grandpa. Uncles. Cousins. Poor Dad got three hockey-player sons instead of football players though. We like to say we’re tougher. Anyone can throw a ball. But can they do it on a blade less than three inches thick, skating backward? These are the arguments we have over Thanksgiving dinner. And maybe every other meal we eat...