EPILOGUE

Every single Coyotes’ fan in the stadium is on the edge of their seats as the timer continues ticking swiftly down. My eyes dart desperately between the clock and the field. Rugby players dart and weave across the grass so quickly and powerfully that I almost can’t find my blue-eyed, blond-haired sexy southern sweetie amongst them. But somehow, I manage.

“Go, Coyotes, go!” I shout at the top of my lungs. I’ve been cheering so loud for them this whole game that I’ve almost lost my voice. But I don’t care. I love it.

Kali and Liv are on either side of me. The three of us hold each other’s hands and breathlessly hope for one more miracle shot, but the time is almost completely run out.

“Come on!” I plead desperately, just as Boone breaks away from the pack of muscled athletes.

Sweat glistens on his tan forehead. His powerful legs carry him across the field as he holds the ball tightly under his arm. He flies past the opponent’s try line, successfully grounding the ball on their side and earning the Coyotes enough points to win the tight championship match.

Immediately, the entire stadium erupts in cheers. Kali, Liv, and I jump to our feet and shriek with delight.

“We did it!” I scream despite my hoarse voice.

I never thought I would be the type to care about any kind of sport, but I’m so thrilled right now that my heart could burst. The Coyotes have been training so hard for this and I know how badly Boone’s wanted to win.

The whole team surrounds him and the men holler and laugh with adrenaline-fueled excitement.

Through the jubilant excitement, Boone turns to look over his shoulder at me. His gaze penetrates the celebratory chaos and a slow grin spreads across his handsome face. He runs across the field right toward where the girls and I are seated in the front row of the stadium.

Kali and Liv both urge me forward and I jump over the railing to land right in Boone’s strong arms.

“You were so amazing out there!” I gush, my fingers caressing through his dark blond hair. “I’m so proud of you!”

He spins me around and then sets me down, arms still around me.

“I thought this would be the happiest day of my life,” he says, grinning from ear to ear. “But to be honest, it isn’t.”

“What do you mean?” I ask worriedly.

Even though Boone says this isn’t the best day in his life, he certainly still looks overjoyed.

“I mean, this day is wonderful, but the happiest I’ve ever been is still the day you and I began to date for real, darlin’,” he answers sweetly.

He cups my face, leaning down to tenderly press his lips to mine as the stadium erupts in a second wave of cheers. My face flares bright red, but not even a little bashfulness is going to make me break away from this hunky man’s kiss a second before my lungs are screaming for air.

The last few months have been so blissful that it almost feels like it could be a dream, but I’m happy to say that this is very much my reality. Ever since becoming a true couple, Boone and I have become inseparable. The girls adore him and he’s even getting pretty close with Grayson, too. Luckily, the Glammers were willing to forgive Boone for being spotted with his ex once we clarified the reason for them meeting up. I’m not going to lie. A few adorable candid shots with Coco helped, too.

Our social media engagement has also continued to skyrocket, but to my surprise, I’ve found myself suddenly a whole lot less focused on whether or not I’m the most popular G&G boss babe and a whole lot more focused on my relationship with Boone. Not much else matters when I know I always have him to lean on.

“Sutton,” he says, gently tilting my chin up to gaze into his eyes, “I need to tell you something. Honesty is one of our commandments, right?”

I nod and laugh, grinning up at him.

Is his face turning pink, or is it just the sun?

“I…I love you, darlin’.” The words come out in a rush. “I didn’t want to say it too soon, but I can’t hold it back a minute longer. I love you to absolute pieces. I love the way you look at me and the way you laugh and the way you throw yourself so hard into your work. I love you so much and have been waiting to say it out loud for so long that I want to shout it from the top of a mountain. You’re my world, my everything.”

My fingers curl around his jersey as every word he says sinks in. I’ve never had anyone be so earnest and sincere and generous with their love. I’ve always felt like love was something you won by fighting for it, but Boone has lavished me with tender affection since the first time we met.

I swallow hard, throwing my arms around his neck.

“I love you too, Boone,” I gush, hardly able to say the words because I’m so filled with joy.

He chuckles again and lets out a holler of delight, then spins me around before dipping me toward the ground, his lips finding mine. Our chests are pressed together, our limbs are intertwined, and our hearts are beating to the same rhythm.

The last thing on my mind right now is that this swoon-worthy kiss would make an amazing Instagram post because all I can think about is how every single day that I spend with Boone is more picture-perfect than the one before it.

And I realize that I no longer need to be the center of attention—I no longer feel the insecurity pushing me to be noticed by everyone—because I found what had been missing, and somehow, I’ve won the love lottery.

I’m the center of this amazing man’s world and he’s mine.

* * * * *

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Kali and Grayson

Fortune and fame come with a price… But is it more than she’s willing to pay?

Kali Lang’s life couldn’t get much better. Her internet company Glossed & Glammed is practically an overnight sensation, and she is the “It” girl of makeup and fashion tutorials, with over two million followers. The flip side of that? She can’t go out in public without being mobbed by fans, and there’s no place except home where she can just be plain Kali. And that makes it hard to meet guys. When was the last time she had a date?

When a chance meeting literally has her falling into the arms of Grayson Hill—the most gorgeous man she’s ever seen—Kali realizes that while she might ‘have it all’, she’s still missing something very important in her life: Love. But what man wants to be called arm-candy and put up with the constant social media scrutiny that is Kali’s life? Unfortunately, not Grayson, and she can’t blame him. Even though they are quickly falling for each other, he’s not sure living life under the media’s microscope is something he can do.

Can a straight-laced lawyer and a trendy fashion influencer find a way to compromise, or is their love an epic fail?

My heart beats faster in my chest as Grayson gazes inquisitively at me. He continues sipping his coffee, which looks to be an Americano.

He’s waiting for me to open up and tell him about myself, and I love the fact that he’s looking at me like I’m merely some regular girl. I mean, in lots of ways, I am a regular girl. I love to have fun. I love to flip through magazines. I love to stay up late watching Netflix and chowing down on popcorn and wine. I love hanging out with my besties. I just so happen to be a regular girl with millions of people hanging on my every word. I don’t want Grayson to feel like he’s competing with that attention any more than I want him to feel like there’s nothing I crave more than that attention.

Right now, he’s simply a guy and I’m simply a girl and we’re trying to have a simple conversation. I want to keep it that way.

“I do makeup for a living,” I answer as nonchalantly as possible.

His brows lift, but then he nods. “That’s awesome. It makes sense, actually. You look beautiful.”

This time, my face really does burn bright red. Hopefully, it’s concealed by the dim lighting of the café and my flawlessly applied foundation.

“What about you?” I ask, eager to turn the conversation back on him.

He clears his throat, eyes shifting away briefly. “I’m a lawyer. I’m a junior associate at my firm.”

Wow. I did not expect that.

I choke on my latte and hardly manage to painfully swallow down a mouthful of hot, but deliciously smooth coffee. “That’s incredible! You’re so young, too. Making junior associate so fast must’ve been tough.”

“Really tough,” he murmurs quietly before clearing his throat. “Let’s just say I had a lot of motivation to work hard.”

Silence briefly falls over the table as we sip our drinks and gaze at one another. Surprisingly, it isn’t an uncomfortable silence. In fact, it’s kind of nice. When I’m with my girls, there isn’t a moment of quiet. Sutton or Liv or I are always going a mile a minute. There’s always something to do and something to say. This—whatever it is right here between Grayson and me—feels really nice.

Is this what it feels like to be normal? Right now, there’s no pressure to be perfect or flawless. I can simply be me.

“Tough things make us resilient,” I offer quietly.

Even though I desperately want to, I don’t press him for details about his career. I can see something simmering in his eyes, something he isn’t quite ready to talk about. I understand that completely. We all have our secrets, don’t we?

He lifts his chin and his eyes again meet mine. He nods and a slow, small smile curves his delicious looking lips.

Lips I suddenly want to kiss.

I hastily take another sip of coffee—which isn’t nearly as hot so I don’t burn my mouth—and then ask, “Where’d you study law, Grayson?”

I’ve got to keep this conversation going. One, if I don’t speak then he’s going to start asking questions about me, and I’m not exactly a very good liar. Actually, I’m a dreadful liar. Which means I’m only going to be able to play it coy for a limited time. And two, I really do want to know as much as I can about Grayson. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him since our first meeting, and I want to know every detail possible before we go our separate ways again.

The idea bums me out more than I care to admit.

But he’s a lawyer and I’m a beauty influencer. We both have full schedules. Could it be that after this cup of coffee, we’re both going to walk right out the door in opposite directions and that will be that? The thought makes my heart twist in my chest, but I resolve to take this conversation one word at a time.

“Stanford Law,” he answers.

I wince. “Sounds expensive.”

Laughing softly, Grayson nods. “Definitely. Funding my tuition felt nearly impossible most of the time, but I managed somehow.”

“And now here you are, ready to take on the world one court case at a time.”

“Cheers to that.”

He gently presses his paper coffee cup against mine and we sip on our drinks again.

Outside, the clouds shift. Warm sunlight dances in through the café window, illuminating golden flecks in Grayson’s chestnut eyes and the strong profile of his handsome nose. Every time I blink, I swear he gets more and more good looking.

“What about you?” Grayson asks curiously. “Did you study makeup somewhere?”

“I studied art, actually, and eventually business, too. I wound up with a dual degree from USC two years ago. Believe me when I say I know how hard it is to fund education. I was lucky to land a scholarship.”

His eyes go a little wide. “That’s impressive.”

The raw sincerity of his tone is enough to catch me off guard. He doesn’t even know me, but he sounds so proud. It’s heartwarming and makes me think his soul just may be as gorgeous as the rest of him.

I feel a twinge of guilt as he grins at me. I almost feel bad for being furtive about my real career because it’s obvious that Grayson is genuine to the core.

For just a little while longer, though, I want things to stay this easy.

“I haven’t sat down and talked like this with someone in a really long time,” he continues. “It’s really nice. I’m usually at the office or trying to wade through piles and piles of paperwork that the senior attorneys pass down. I know it’s worth it, though, if I’m going to prove that I’m every bit of a good lawyer as anyone else.”

I understand exactly what he means. Despite what I’ve already accomplished, sometimes, I still feel like I have to show people I’m actually really good at what I do. But I guess I’m not the only one who feels the weight of that on my shoulders.

“Tell me about it,” I say. “Sometimes it feels like the day’s work is never done.”

Grayson tilts his head to the side so he can give me yet another long, intrigued look. “So, what do you do for fun then? To relieve some stress after a long day, I mean. Do you have a man at home to keep you company?”

“Well,” I answer levelly, “there’s George.”

The hunky guy across the cozy café table stops mid-sip of his drink, his eyes narrowing in shock. “George?” he sputters, clearing his throat hard.

“George,” I repeat with an emphatic nod. Unable to help myself, I flash him a feisty grin. “He’s my Labrador mix puppy. I found him wandering the beach near our home a while back—I live with my two best friends, by the way, both girls, if you must know—and he’s been with me ever since.”

Grayson dissolves into husky, easy laughter. He shakes his head and rests his forearms on the table, leaning closer. Our drinks have been pushed aside now, abandoned in our conversation.

“A lab, huh? I always wanted a dog growing up,” Grayson murmurs wistfully, his dark eyes taking on a faraway look for a second. “My parents wouldn’t have it, though. They aren’t animal people, which says everything you need to know about them. Give George a treat for me when you get home?”

I assure him I will just as his phone rings sharply. He sighs and checks his cell before lifting his enchanting gaze back to me.

“That’s my cue. I’ve got to run. I guess it’s my turn to vanish.”

I wink and hold up a playfully lecturing finger. “The difference is that you’re saying goodbye. That doesn’t count as vanishing.”

Grinning, Grayson slides out of the booth and grabs his briefcase along with the book he stashed inside when we first sat down. Instead of walking away, he leans down so that he’s bent over me, his hand pressed against the back of the seat near my face. He’s so close that when he speaks, the heat of his breath drifts over my cheek, sending a wave of goosebumps down the side of my neck.

“What if I don’t say goodbye then?” he asks in a low, playful voice that’s almost a growl.

It’s only when my lungs start screaming for air that I realize I’m holding my breath. I don’t have it in me to even respond.

Fortunately, he doesn’t wait for me to answer. “La Chanterelle. Let me take you out, Kali. I didn’t get a real answer last time and it nearly drove me crazy. I have to try again.”

I shake my head, but it isn’t until his face falls that I finally remember how to speak.

“Not La Chanterelle,” I say softly. “How about Franco’s Burgers instead?”

He blinks hard, seeming as stunned that I’d finally agreed to go out with him as he was that I’d suggested a burger shack. “Franco’s? That tiny place on the beach?”

“They’re dog friendly. George and I can both go. I have to make sure he approves, after all.” I grin again, hoping my reason for avoiding a fancy restaurant sounds convincing.

At La Chanterelle, we would definitely be spotted by some G&G fans, and the veil of secrecy I have over my identity would be yanked away. At Franco’s, no one will notice us, especially at night. It’s a cozy little place that not many people know about, and it’ll be a perfect evening getaway for George, Grayson, and me. Besides, they have seriously good burgers.

He grins. “It’s a date.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a business card with his name and number. “Text me your address and I’ll pick you up at seven sharp.”

“It’s a date,” I repeat, hardly able to believe it.

Grayson walks backward toward the café door, his eyes locked on me the whole time.

When he finally disappears into the late day crowd of people outside, I don’t know whether to scream with excitement or trepidation.

I’ve finally got a date with the man of my dreams—but he has no idea who I really am.

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Liv and Cash

The only attention she wants, is his…

Liv McCarthy is perfectly happy being the least known partner of Glossed & Glammed, the internet company she and her two besties started. With over ten million followers, the glaring limelight isn’t for her. She’s most comfortable designing and sewing clothes and making her friends look fabulous in front of the camera. She doesn’t do Live Insta videos, she doesn’t do public speaking, and she 100% doesn’t do meetings with potential sponsors. But when the other two boss-babes are delayed, Liv must not only make the presentation, but make it to a man who looks like the most delicious fantasy to ever straddle a Harley. But how can she close a business deal when she can barely form a coherent sentence in front of this gorgeous man?

Bad boy Cash Romano isn’t what he seems. He might look like hell on wheels, but a motorcycle and tats don’t make the man. He loves his job as a veterinarian as much as he loves riding his hog. The only reason he’s meeting with the G&G trio is because his father—Franco, of Franco’s Burgers—is too busy. The burger shack has been enjoying the notoriety of being ‘the’ place the G&G girls hang out. So having them design Franco’s clothing line seems too good to be true. Except it’s not the three fashion gurus he finds at the table, but one very beautiful, very shy girl who nearly stops his heart. Trouble is, she’s so nervous, she hurriedly shows her designs, then rushes out the door. But as fate—and an allergy prone rabbit—would have it, Cash and Liv will soon meet again.

Can two animal loving vegans step outside of their shells and give love a chance?

To my surprise, the tattooed Adonis chuckles when I suggest he’s at the wrong booth. Cash has such a gruff and rugged exterior that I’d been anticipating him to roll those green eyes or scowl rather than let out an amused laugh.

Cash leans back, arms folding over his rock-hard chest, mouth quirking.

I blink hard, trying to sear the image into my mind so I can drool over him later. Cash was swoonworthily gorgeous while straight-faced, but with a hint of a crooked smile on his handsome features, he’s downright extraordinary. I might not be interested in jumping into the dating pool—and he probably isn’t either, at least, not with me—but I don’t want to ever forget how close I was to the sexiest man I’ve ever seen in my life. I had no idea guys could be this outrageously good looking before today.

“You’re one of the G&G chicks, aren’t you?” he asks.

As he speaks, he pulls out a small pad of paper and a pen from the back pocket of his jeans and sets them on the table.

I clear my throat, which suddenly feels like a frog has taken up residence in it. “Um, yes.”

His green eyes briefly blaze back into mine. A hint of a smile continues quirking the corner of his mouth. “Then I’m at the right table. I thought there were supposed to be three of you girls, though?”

“Sutton and Kali are busy with some other stuff in LA, so they’re not going to be able to make it,” I explain, fiddling my thumbs nervously in my lap in an attempt to stop myself from squirming. My sandaled feet tap on the ground like they’re trying to run off and leave me behind.

His faint smile twists into a frown and my heart plunges right along with his expression.

Oh, no. I’ve gone and said something dumb, haven’t I?

“This is supposed to be your first business meeting with my father and two-thirds of your company couldn’t be bothered to come?” he remarks coolly. “That isn’t very professional, is it?”

An internal wail of terror quakes through my whole body. My back goes rigid, and beneath the table, my fingers clutch hard at the hem of my sunny yellow skirt. Kali would be able to expertly dodge his comment while Sutton would almost certainly have some funny quip to distract from it. I, on the other hand, am frozen in sheer terror.

To my complete shock, Cash laughs softly again. A second later, his frown relaxes back into a devastating grin.

“I’m just teasing you, Liv,” he says. “Sorry about that. I guess I’m not as funny as I thought.”

“You were joking?” I whimper.

Using his pen to gesture at the bustling restaurant around us, he shrugs his broad shoulders. “In case you haven’t noticed, Franco isn’t exactly huge on professionalism. He thinks it’s too straitlaced and boring. I mean, this restaurant doesn’t even have a real floor. It’s beach sand.”

Despite what Cash is saying, I can’t seem to relax. My mind is running a thousand miles an hour and it stubbornly refuses to slow down. This whole mess has my fight-or-flight instinct going haywire and it won’t let me chill out. If I’m not careful, I think I might just hyperventilate.

Thankfully, Cash is content to keep talking while I try to convince my heart rate to calm down.

“Anyway, I’m Franco’s son. He’s pretty busy these days, thanks to the publicity your girl group brought him, so unfortunately, he doesn’t have time to sit and talk with you.” He pauses to glance down at the pad and paper he’d brought out and flips through a few of the pages, where I assume Franco has jotted down some things for him to discuss. “Now, I guess you guys are going to do some sort of fashion line or something?” he asks, sounding skeptical. “How exactly does someone make a fashion line based on a burger place?”

Silence creeps across the table as I stare helplessly at Cash. I want to answer him, but my tongue feels so heavy behind my teeth that I’m not sure I can say a single word.

He waits patiently while I try to collect myself, but the more desperately I try to arrange my thoughts into verbal speech, the more frazzled I become. If I was a cartoon character, I would have steam pouring out of my ears, the gears in my head are grinding so hard.

“Um, well,” I sputter when he casts a look at the doors of the kitchen. I can hear talking and laughter as the cooks do their thing in there. I know Cash must be tired of dealing with me. I can feel it. He’s merely waiting to escape this tedious conversation so he can go back to Franco and tell his father that the business deal is off because I’m not capable of carrying it out correctly. “The fashion line is like, you know, a vibe.”

“A vibe?” he echoes blankly. “What vibe?”

I shift on the seat under his curious gaze. Thankfully, this time the plastic doesn’t squeak.

“As I’m sure you know, Franco’s has a vibe. And the clothes, um, also have a vibe.”

I cut myself off with a grimace, giving up on floundering for words. Could I sound any less intelligent? Or business-like?

I’m going nowhere fast, except leading the collab deal down the drain. Instead of saying anything further, I grab the leather-bound folder sitting beside me in the booth. I’d completely forgotten about my portfolio until now, and I know I need to let it do the talking because I am seriously falling short.

I set the folder on the table and push it toward Cash.

He opens it and begins to slowly flip through designs that I’d spent hours drawing, as well as a few of the samples I’d stitched. For the actual collaboration, a local boutique has offered to produce the limited line for us so that I don’t have to sew every single piece. But for this meeting, I needed every article of clothing to be perfect. I’ve included a pair of women’s shorts that are perfectly distressed and a flattering shade of dark blue, complete with patches on the back pockets with Franco’s logo. I’ve also crafted a vintage-cut men’s tee that actually goes quite well with the jeans Cash is already wearing. He has the same kind of style that I’m going for with this clothing line. That makes me pretty proud, even though I can’t bring myself to say as much. The whole line will be laid-back and chill with garments that anyone can rock on the beach or in the burger shack.

“Hmm…” Cash murmurs thoughtfully.

He spends so much time studying my designs that I start to wonder if I messed up and included my rough drafts instead. When he finally gets to the last page, he picks up the jean shorts I made and inspects them carefully. Then he checks out the tee before setting both articles of clothing back down. Still silent, he jots a few notes on his paper pad before turning his attention back to me.

The second his gaze lands on me, I feel my mind turning to goo. The effect this man I’ve never met before has on me is both frustrating and confusing. As if speaking up isn’t hard enough on me, this guy dares to have such a gorgeously distracting face that I struggle even more than normal.

Sweat forms on the back of my neck, sliding bead by ice-cold bead down the notches of my spine. It makes a shiver roll all the way up my body from my toes.

“You’ve certainly brought some interesting samples with you,” he states with an inflection to his husky voice that I can’t figure out for the life of me.

Is he pleased or disappointed with what he sees?

And what in the world does he mean by interesting? That can be taken so many different ways. I mean, it’d been interesting when Kali and I found out that Sutton was faking her relationship with her now-real boyfriend, Boone, but not exactly in a good way. Sure, that’d worked out for Sutton, and now, she and her southern sweetie are head-over-heels in love with each other, but Boone is a rugby player, not a rough-around-the-edges motorcycle-riding bad-boy relegated to doing his daddy’s errands. They’re total opposites.

Oh, man. Is Cash about to tell me to work on my craft and try again when I get some real talent?

My eyelashes flutter and my head starts to spin all over again. I’ve got to get out of here before I make a bigger fool of myself. This meeting was done before it even began. As soon as my besties said they couldn’t make it, I should’ve run away. I know I’m not cut out for this sort of thing. Why did I even try? I need to leave this kind of stuff to the girls who can handle it.

“Um, it’s been really nice talking to you,” I sputter, stumbling over my words. I try not to look him right in those dazzling eyes, because if I do, I’m going to trip right over my own two feet and land face down in the sand. That would only be adding salt to the wound. “I should get going. Do you have everything you need from me?”

“Well, yes, I guess—” he starts, but I’m already gathering my purse and scooting out of the booth before he can say anything more.

The plastic seat once again clings stubbornly to my legs, loudly squelching every time I move. Crimson flames lick at my face as my embarrassment builds.

“Thanks again for your time,” I mutter when I’m finally free. I offer a half-hearted wave, then whirl around and dash out of the restaurant, feeling his gaze follow me the whole way.

Outside, the California sun shines brightly over my head, but my mood is gray and more than a little dour.

Now, I have to face Kali and Sutton and admit that not only did I potentially mess up a great business deal, but that I also made a fool of myself in front of the most gorgeous guy I’ve ever seen.

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