Consider Me (Playing For Keeps, #1)

by Becka Mack

“You don’t know who I am, do you?” Olivia’s dark eyes scan my face over the rim of her glass. “Trust me, I know exactly who you are.” “And who’s that, sweetheart?” “Carter Beckett.” I’m not sure I’ve ever heard the two names spoken so plainly, and I don’t know whether to pout or laugh at the way she twists back to the TV, as if she doesn’t give a single shit who I am. “Captain of the Vancouver Vipers. And you can take that ‘sweetheart’ and stuff it up your ass.”