There’s a crush, and then there are the type of feelings that Croft
Cruisie evokes from a person.He’s everything that any straight woman
would want: tall, handsome, charismatic, muscular, and sweet.At least,
Carmichael thought he was sweet, until he brings another woman to the
gym she owns with her brother, on the night that’s to be their first
date, and lets her know in a quick and painful, non-verbal way that her
feelings are not reciprocated.Fast forward six months, and she’s still
trying to move on from the rejection.It doesn’t help that the jerk moves
in next door to her, and that she has to see him workout shirtless
every single day.How can a woman get over a silly crush when that silly
crush won’t so much as give her room to breathe?***Croft doesn’t know
what happened.One day he was supposed to go on a date with the girl that
wouldn’t leave his thoughts for even a second, and the next she’s
avoiding him like the plague.No matter how hard he tries—and admittedly,
it isn’t all that hard due to the biggest case of his career taking
over his life—he can’t get her to tell him what he did wrong. She
refuses to give him a second chance.At least, not until he’s nearly
killed in front of the courthouse, that is.The moment he sees his
chance, he pounces. Or, more literally, he limps.But the limping is what
draws Carmichael in. The Southern charm that was instilled in him since
birth will be what gets her to stay.That’s his plan, anyway.Funny thing
about plans… they never seem to work out how you expect them to.
