This couldn’t be happening. Evan and she were supposed to compete against each other, not partner up. She was supposed to stomp his ass back to
Brooklyn. The odds had been in her favor, and yet, as she met his hooded gaze, a tingle ran up her spine, and reality hit. Heaven help her, she would have to work side-by-side with her walking fantasy--again. So unfair.
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