The Playbook for Heartbreak
"On Friday, we play the perfect couple. I'll make sure your dad thinks I'm entirely obsessed with you. Nobody touches my team, Eve. And right now, you're on my team."
Eve looked from his hand up to his face. There was zero sexual tension between them—she was entirely a lesbian, and he was entirely straight—but in that empty, sweating shooting tunnel, a different kind of bond forged between them.
An alliance built on absolute survival.
"Okay, Captain," Eve said, a genuine, small smile breaking across her face. "Let's go win a gala."