He's the league's golden boy. She's the enemy. And the cameras want them to fall in love by Friday.
Carter Reinhardt smiles for a living and grieves in private. Atlanta's golden boy, the fun one—and nobody's ever asked who carries him.
Sloane Vega runs comms for the rival club. Sharp, untouchable, burned once by a charming athlete and never again. She can spot a man hiding behind a grin from across a stadium.
She just never expected to be ordered to date one.
Both clubs want the World Cup spotlight, so they hand the enemies a contract and a lie: six weeks of fake dates for the cameras. Except the heat stops being fake the first time he gets her alone—and they are absolutely, career-endingly not supposed to want to do it again.
Carter falls first. Carter falls hard. And Sloane, who can talk her way out of anything, is running out of words for the one thing she can't spin:
She's been seen. All the way down. By the last man on earth she's allowed to want. One of them gets caught. One of them gets hurt. Neither of them can stop.
Scorching enemies-to-lovers fake dating.
