Sure, I’m a professional basketball player. I just have no idea how exactly I’ll get him to do that. That means it’s down to Eddie to see how freakin’ awesome a catch I am. Honestly, that’s part of his problem.īut I won’t put pressure on him. It’s not like I can even blame Eddie for mixed signals or anything. Well, he and his daughter, a ten-year-old who one day will run the world. Eddie Phelps is too damn important to me. But I can’t back away, and I definitely can’t let go. Pining for your best friend sucks ass-and not the good kind of sucking. That doesn’t stop me from fantasizing or holding out hope that one day, Tyron will see me as more than the geeky math nerd who just happens to have caught his attention. I’ll keep telling myself that-anything more with Tyron seems impossible. Because that’s totally what this is, right? Carrying my bag to classes, handing me my favorite coffee when I least expect it, being my defender, and introducing me to his teammates… they’re all normal actions when people become study partners. He’s all in and holds nothing back from our new friendship. There’s something else you need to know about Tyron. And who knew I liked my men to wield facts like they’re as essential as oxygen, all while being so smart that sometimes his brain-to-mouth function has no filter?

But my oh my, his breath-catching growls and him hauling me off my ass with a question that makes my head spin: Who did this to you? - make me dizzy with want.īetween his intensity and his sweetness, he turns me into a melted puddle of goo, which isn’t as gross as it sounds. It can’t be when he found me grazed and hurt after an embarrassing slip. It’s not my agility that catches basketball player Tyron Channing’s attention.

I've Got You by Becca Seymour