Description
Scarlett Whitmore is an economist-numbers, logic, and a spreadsheet of life choices. But when it comes to love? She's completely off the charts. After a tragic blind date with a guy who makes fertility jokes over dinner, she's ready to retire from romance forever. "So, you're saying you help women get pregnant?" "Exactly." "Is that... the pick-up line? Because I'm not impressed." Enter Arin Donovan-handsome, mysterious, and shockingly good-looking. But there's one problem: he's keeping a big secret, and it's not just his jawline. Sparks fly, but every time Scarlett gets close, Arin dodges her questions like an expert athlete. "So, what do you do for a living?" "Let's just say I'm a... professional athlete." "Uh-huh, a professional what? Wait, you play what sport?" "Let's just say, I'm good with balls." "You really need to be more specific." Scarlett's trying to calculate the chemistry between them, but the only thing she's sure of is that the math isn't adding up. Can love break through her spreadsheet of expectations, or is she about to make a very unwise investment in Arin
THE DISASTROUS DATE
