When Alec Met Evie (Appies, #6)

by Jenny Proctor

I press a hand to my stomach, a vain attempt to quell the nerves fluttering in my belly. I’m already tense from the emotional upheaval of the last hour, so the thought of seeing Alec again has me dangerously close to throwing up. I take several deep breaths, in through my nose and out through my mouth, finishing just in time for Alec to walk into the living room, flanked by three broad-shouldered men I immediately recognize as his teammates. There’s something to be said about seeing four professional athletes in one very small living room, especially when they’re as handsome as this group. Though, to be honest, it’s hard to peel my eyes off Alec to even notice the other guys. He was handsome when I was a kid. And I’ve seen him online enough to know he’s still handsome. But seeing him in person is something else entirely. He isn’t quite as broad or as bulky as his teammates, but that’s hardly a fair comparison because two of the guys behind him have to be close to six-foot-five. Alec still looks every inch the athlete, well-muscled and fit. His hair is longer than I remember, and he’s got a faint five o’clock shadow dusting his jawline. I quickly stand, and his eyes move over me before catching and holding my gaze. I bite my lip, wondering what he’s noticing. What he thinks of me. Annnd then I think about the milk stains on my t-shirt and the baby barf on my shoulder. Nothing like a little bodily fluid to ground me back in reality. Alec Sheridan is not here for me to ogle h...