She’s the last girl I’m allowed to want—my best friend’s little sister. She’s all grown up and looking at me in invitation.

The second Corie crashes into me, with her tanned, toned skin, in a barely there bikini, I know I’m in trouble.

I shouldn’t look. And I sure as hell shouldn’t touch. My hands are already on her waist, one second longer, and I’ll do something we both might regret.

What I do is even worse. I help her land a job working for the team. My team.

Now I can’t get her out of my mind, or my way. And keeping my hands to myself is a penalty waiting to happen. Because Corie isn’t just off-limits—she’s one line I swore I’d never cross, yet I’m sprinting toward it.

I’d risk the season—my entire career—for her just to make the play.