The Comeback
Can a ballerina and a football player see eye-to-eye?
Charlotte
I’ve spent my life surrounded by players – football players, that is.
The ones that uproot their kids every few years.
The ones that choose football over their loved ones. And I’m out.
I want a 9-to-5 kind of guy.
Until he walks into my dance studio.
Weston is all my fantasies rolled into one – cocky grin, backward wearing baseball cap, filthy mouth, and toe-curling skills that any man would be proud to possess.
Except for one thing…. that football under his arm.
Weston
I crave stability. The kind of stability that lucrative football contracts bring.
Except an injury has threatened to rob me of my future.
When someone challenges me to take ballet to get my step back, I think they’re crazy.
And it probably doesn’t help that I insulted dance and her in one breath.
How do I get my size 13 foot out of my mouth?
Because Charlotte and her dance studio may be my only chance at a comeback.
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