I’m hungry,” I grumble, pinning my arms across my chest as Cara’s thumbs fly across her phone screen. “For real food.”

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Ah, c’mon, Ol,” she groans. “Don’t you remember how much fun we had last weekend? You’re on vacation! Let’s party!”

We don’t only choose you when it’s convenient and easy and happy . We choose you through all the hard, challenging moments in between . That’s how families love each other, Adam. And Connor and me? We’ll always be by your side.” Can I give you my number? That way you can call next time you’re in town, or if you change your mind and want me to fly—”

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I’m not about to pull the I’m different card, but the truth is exactly that: I’m not anything like the women this man is usually pictured with.I’m oddly captivated by the way she slings one leg over the other and lifts her glass to her mouth, draining nearly half of it in one long pull like it’s her day job, and I stand a little taller when she starts scanning the room. She skims over me, then past me. This is book #3 in the Playing For Keeps Series following Adam & Rosie. We have met Adam in the other books of this series, he is the star goalie for the Vancouver Vipers NHL team. After being cheated on by the woman he was going to propose to, Adam is tired of dating & is ready to find his person. Well one day while out on a hike with his dog, Bear, they run into Rosie — a single mom in school to become a veterinarian. They really hit it off & end up having more in common than they think. She huffs out a wary exhale as her new beer appears in front of her. I know she likes beer, so she must really not wanna give me the time of day. Only makes me want it more. And lastly and probably most importantly, the relationship between those two, made me feel nada, zilch. I couldn’t care less if they got together or not. They just didn’t make me care. I think they suit each other cause they’re both cheesy and needy, but I can’t say I enjoyed reading the development of how they got together.

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I feel like Adam’s personality was so up in the air. He would be super dominant in the bedroom & a big dirty talker even before they made it to sex, but then we would see his conversations with his friends before their first date & then again before they had sex & he acted as if he was like a virgin teenager. His personality just seemed very contradictory to me.

My forehead crumples as I blink down at her, her hand slipping from mine as she steps out of reach. “What?” I’m entranced, fixated, obsessed. I can’t look away, and when Cara’s hands grip her friend’s waist, slipping in slow motion down to her hips, I fight a groan, ’cause I kinda think I wanna do that. Please don’t ever try to convince yourself any part of you isn’t just right, because to me, it’s everything. You. Are. Everything.” (Adam) No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Brad puts me out of my misery, pulling the top string, and I watch one side of the net float to the ground.

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Cara’s pout rivals mine. She pushes that bottom lip out as far as it’ll go and tilts her blonde head. “Aw, muffin. You partied too hard.” No, I’m not, because that would be pointless, wouldn’t it?” My arms pin across my chest as I pop a hip. I’m a bit of an Attitude-y Judy, which, admittedly, makes me a good fit for the role of a high school phys-ed teacher. My teens can handle my sass, and I can handle theirs. “Take it down.”I drop my elbow to the bar and my chin to my fist, intent on studying her gorgeous face longer than I’ve ever studied anything. My gaze settles on a series of text messages from Cara, all of which start exactly at the time of the final school bell. I don’t even have time to read them before my phone rings. Yes,” I lie. “I don’t have time.” I could make time, I suppose. If I was interested. But I’m not. I’m never interested.