The first time I met BJ, aka Randall Ballistic the Third, he almost took me out with his flashy metallic blue Jeep. He wasn't phased - in fact, he even had the audacity to flirt with me. Who does that?
I'd written him off as a rich jerk. But then he turned up at my work and invited me to a free skate at the new arena. I can't say no to free ice time... and it doesn't hurt that he's hot.
I'm not looking for a boyfriend. Things are already complicated enough. But the more time I spend with him, the closer we get... and the closer he gets to finding out the truth about my life.
I'm sure it'll be the thing that shatters our fragile bond.
Turns out I'm wrong.