Flame After the Fumble (The Players of Springs U #2)

Prologue

Hartley

I thought that night was a passing moment in time.

A college memory that would fade quicker than it happened.

A girl that I would see from time to time at parties, in class, the occasional night out and I’d smile, reminding myself of our passing friendship.

I was incredibly wrong. Liza Wilde isn’t a passing memory or a blip in time. She’s everything.