*Asher*I can’t help but stare at the young woman as she walks away from me. I’m usually not taken with many people’s beauty. It’s a habit I’ve clung to for many years after past relationships tore me down. However, those deep blue eyes and her dimples are impossible to miss. I don’t know the last time I saw someone with genuine dimples, which is wild.A plate clatters somewhere in the tavern, and my mind returns to its original thought. Is this woman not at all impressed with the accolades we’ve accomplished? We’ve won four championships since I joined the team. I’m a three-time MVP. I’m a famous and adored quarterback.That’s astounding to me. I don’t always like girls who gawk when I’m nearby. But not even being an Ozarks fan? That, to me, is amusing, and a smile slips onto my face. She may tease and call us nemeses, but that doesn’t automatically make us real enemies.My thoughts are interrupted as the door to the entrance of the building swings open. In the doorway stands a be
*Ophelia*After dropping some plates in the kitchen sink, I grab a towel to wipe my hands, growling at what I saw once again. Fuck! Every time my brain wanders for a second, I see Camila entering the tavern. And then hearing the quarterback talk about how much he loves her voice?“What the hell was that?” I hear from the entrance to the kitchen. Skylar storms in, grabbing me by my wrist. “Are you absolutely insane?”I shake my head. “What are you talking about?”Skylar waves her arms emphatically in the air. “Um? Hello? The sexy football quarterback that's sitting out there? Asher Slater?! The one that just asked you out?”“What about him?” I question, pulling my wrist back from her grasp. “He's sexy as fuck! Every woman in the world with half a brain can see what a catch Asher is. And he was talking to you, smiling at you! I saw him, you can't hide that, O.”I shrug. I can't tell Skylar the truth. So instead, I end up mumbling, “He's just some playboy jock.”“Do I need to rem
*Asher*As promised, Camila Monroe is wearing her gorgeous red dress as she stands outside the restaurant. The steakhouse, oddly named Big Steaks, has a neon red light surrounding each letter above the door.“There he is,” Camila croons as she makes eye contact. “My my, Mr. Slater, you clean up nice.”I didn’t know what to wear and didn’t have anything elegant with me. Mark, with no interest in shopping, went to the arcade next to the mall. I rushed in, and without going overboard, I decided a nice jacket would suffice. Paired with a white T-shirt and jeans I’d already brought with me, I added a new pair of dress shoes.It’s rare that I find myself nervous in front of someone so talented. But I break into a large grin, looking forward to my date with Camila and giving myself a break from my annoying memories of Courtney.My mouth is still dry, so Camila huffs out a quiet laugh. “Seems like someone’s a bit smitten.”Instead of answering, I open the door to Big Steaks, and Camila n
*Ophelia*I keep pushing Jake down the street until we’re out of Asher’s sight. Sighing, I bend over to catch my breath, my heart screaming inside my chest from the close call we just encountered.“What the fuck was all that?” Jake asks, breaking the silence between us. “Why did you just lie to the dude?”I look up. “The ‘dude’ in question is a person in the spotlight, Jake. He doesn’t need to know my personal business.”“But you could tell me,” he challenges. “You just stood there and sang in front of me, and then all of a sudden, you shut down and start lying about your voice? Like, what’s to lie about?”I feel myself cracking, but I try to stand my ground. “You wouldn’t understand, Jake. It’s no big deal.”He turns and looks back to where we came from. “Is he harassing you?” He returns his gaze to me. “Did he touch you?”“What?” I nearly shout. “How the hell did you jump to that as a conclusion?”“Because you just ran away from him and lied about singing, when none of that a
*Asher*I pull into Country Corner just after nine at night. I’m exhausted, but I knew I couldn’t pass this up. A few days ago after returning home, I got a text from Camila. She invited me to come to the honky-tonk, and she had a special surprise for me.She told me to come back today after practice. I’ve got a game in a few days, so I can’t stay long this time, but I can’t miss out on hearing her sing. Something about Camila hasn’t sat right with me in days, and I haven’t been honest with anyone about it, including Mark. I know it’s got something to do with her not wanting to sing on our date, but that’s all I’ve got.I step out of my truck and wipe my forehead. I haven’t stopped sweating, even when practice ended hours ago. But I had no time to do more than rinse off in the showers after practice, before changing and jumping on the highway. Mark had teased me the past few days, asking me how things had been with Camila. I changed the subject, asking how the rest of his mini vac
*Ophelia*When I walk into Touchdown Tavern the next day, my best friend tackles me. Her face is red, and she’s talking so fast I’m afraid she’ll run out of air.“Sky, slow down, I can’t understand you when you’re like this!”Skylar bends down, her hands on her thighs, as she seemingly catches her breath. It takes a minute, but then she stands straight again. She whips out her phone to show me whatever it is she’s trying to get across to me.“Camila! Someone filmed her the other night with an older guy!”Shock overcoming me, my eyes widening, I look down at Skylar’s phone. It’s clear that it’s Camila, and she’s leaning over at a bar with a much older man. The woman is talking to him, running her fingers up his arm and batting her eyelashes. It’s impossible to hear what she’s saying, but it certainly looks like flirting to me.It’s a shaky video, but it’s clear who the main subject is. After all, her red hair and signature red lips are the most prominent of features on display. An
*Ophelia*“Are you FUCKING serious, Camila?!” I screech, banging open the door to her dressing room, phone in hand, on the verge of exploding. If flames could logistically come shooting out of my ears, I know that there’d be a fire in no time. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out about your little hospital visit?”Camila sits in her chair, her makeup brush in hand as she stares at herself in the mirror. She doesn’t even bother turning to face me; instead, she makes eye contact with me through the damn glass. “Whatever do you mean, Ophelia?”Her fake innocent act adds to the fire in me, my blood beginning to boil. I grab the bitch’s chair and spin her around to face me, not giving her a chance to go ANYWHERE. “First, you start spreading these horrid lies about me, making it look like I’m trying to take you down a notch? Then I have to find out from the hospital you’ve been trying to make my mother worse?”She shakes her head, but the smile doesn’t break. “And what makes you so sure th
*Ophelia*I can hardly believe what’s happening right now. The entire plaza is watching ME. I don’t even care if the music isn’t blasting along with the track. My heels glide across the stage to take me to where Camila stands front and center. It’s terrifying and invigorating at the same time.Asher grins at me from the side of the stage, his smile plastered across his whole face. He’s here, and I know he’s cheering me on. Camila opens her mouth and a screech unlike any other I’ve heard before starts. Is this what Camila thinks singing is? Does she think she’s a singer?Asher and I cover our ears, followed by a couple of crowd members. It sounds like a dying animal shouting into the microphone. God, I didn’t think someone could be THIS bad at finding a note. “Nope, no, you need to stop,” Asher says, reaching out and taking the microphone. “You’re going to make us all deaf before you get to the chorus!”“I wasn’t finished!” Camila demands.He shakes his head, and the platinum