Sweet Spot: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (Bad Boys of Summer Book 2) by KB Winters Page B

a beach house in SoCal, a garage full of near-priceless cars and bikes, or that I could take her to red carpet events and buy her diamonds the same way people buy a pack of gum at the grocery store.
    Nope.
    And I had no idea why none of that impressed her, but the bottom line was—it didn’t. And for whatever reason—the standoffishness, or the attitude—I didn’t know what, but it made her all the more appealing to me.
    Josie took a sip from her hurricane , wrapping those damn sexy lips around the tiny straw. My cock went to attention and I resisted the urge to shift in my seat. She didn’t need to know how insane she was making me. I already had a shocking lack of an upper hand in the conversation.
    “I grew up on a big ol’ ranch about an hour outside of Dallas,” she said, pushing her drink from hand to hand on the table in front of her. Was she nervous? Good. I liked not knowing where the night was going to end up. The unpredictable nature of Josie only added to the anticipation for what it was going to be like when she was mine.
    “Dallas is nice,” I replied.
    She nodded, still giving me a skeptical eye. “Yeah, my parents are still there. As well as all three of my older brothers.”
    “You’re the baby?”
    She laughed softly. “Yup, and the only girl.”
    “Aha. A princess, I bet.”
    She gave a playful eye roll. “Sometimes, yes. But I was never into pink everything and tea parties or whatever. Most of my friends growing up were into pageants and being little mini beauty queens. I would rather play in the creek, catching frogs, and making mud pies.”
    I chuckled at the image of little Josie with pigtails, covered in mud, up to her waist in a pond. “A tom boy?”
    “Totally. I had to keep up with my brothers.” She smiled and her eyes had a glossy, far-away look for a moment, like she was wandering down memory lane. I studied her delicate face and wondered what it would feel like to get my lips on hers. They probably tasted like candy. “Anyways, I went to college in Oklahoma City and did my internship at the station, channel six. And I’ve been there for two years now.”
    I gave a nod as she rounded her eyes back to mine. “That’s cool. Do you miss the ranch? Or you like the city?”
    She took another thoughtful sip. “I miss it, but the city has an energy that’s hard to replicate out in the country.”
    “I know what you mean.”
    Her eyes went wide. “You’re a country boy?”
    I laughed. “No, not exactly, but I did grow up in a small town. It wasn’t country, per se, but it was small and quiet and nothing ever happened. To go from that life to being a pro athlete, touring the country, and living in a place like California, it’s like I’m on another planet.”
    Josie laughed and I memorized the sound. She was even more stunning when she smiled. Her eyes sparkled and reflected light like they were made of precious stones. “I’ll bet. Does your family still live there?”
    I shook my head. “Nah. I put my parents up in a sweet house in Boca. They wanted to live somewhere warm so with my first big endorsement deal, I picked them up a nice house in a quiet, gated community.”
    “That’s actually sweet,” Josie said, cocking her head to the side as though seeing me for the first time.
    “Yeah, I have my moments,” I teased, grinning at her. “I’m not the complete douchebag the media makes me out to be. The heartless monster.”
    She blinked and the amazed look left her eyes, but her soft smile remained. “Noted. So, what did your parents do before you moved them to Florida?”
    “My dad was a high school teacher, math. My mom stayed at home and did bookkeeping on the side. No one knows where my athleticism comes from. My dad’s a nerdy guy with thick glasses, more content buried in a newspaper or book than out on the field. My mom’s the same way. They’re quiet, conservative, and smart. I’m pretty sure most people think I’m adopted or